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And what melodious sounds at times prevail!

And, ever and anon, how bright a gleam

Pours on the surface of the turbid Stream!

What heartfelt fragrance mingles with the gale

That swells the bosom of our passing sail!

For where, but on this River's margin, blow

Those flowers of chivalry, to bind the brow

Of hardihood with wreaths that shall not fail?—

Fair Court of Edward! wonder of the world!

I see a matchless blazonry unfurled

Of wisdom, magnanimity, and love;

And meekness tempering honourable pride;

The lamb is couching by the lion's side,

And near the flame-eyed eagle sits the dove.