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By Rochford Town
Oer gentle slopes and shining fields
And yonder is the Mill
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becalms the ear broad river's flow brow Is circling COQUETTE daisied dismay and lowliness duckweed spreads ENTER THE OLD evermore eye enshrined eyes love-dwelling face a rainbow fain had gone flat lands Forgetting its despondency gainst a brightening gauge the unforeseen go by evil hand's magnetic touch Heaven hereafter bless Thou hurrying footsteps drew indistinct the reason know the laurel laurel wreath leaf That overhang lie where thou lovers twain walk meed of loss motive strange Moves gently gainst Nigh numbed or dreaming o'er them blessed oft-pledged cup anew OLD CHURCHYARD peace we lay presently The fickle Pursue the given Quailed not amid Resuming its insidious revealed yet undefined river's flow Moves ROCHFORD TOWN shifting gleams receive Slowly they marshal sluggish waters lay slumber solace nature yields spreads its vivid strong her heart Tell thine eyes thou surely kill'st Thou tender beam till now acquaintable wearied spirit onward white-clouded sky