To The River

      Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow

        Of crystal, wandering water,

      Thou art an emblem of the glow

          Of beauty- the unhidden heart-

          The playful maziness of art

      In old Alberto's daughter;

      But when within thy wave she looks-

        Which glistens then, and trembles-

      Why, then, the prettiest of brooks

        Her worshipper resembles;

      For in his heart, as in thy stream,

        Her image deeply lies-

      His heart which trembles at the beam

        Of her soul-searching eyes.