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Ply the oars! away! away!
In each dew-drop of the morning / Lies the promise of a day.
Rivers from the sunrise flow, / Springing with the dewy morn;
Voyageurs 'gainst time do row, / Idle noon nor sunset know, / Ever even with the dawn.
Since that first ‘Away! away! ' / Many a lengthy reach we've rowed, / Still the sparrow on the spray / Hastes to usher in the day / With her simple-stanza'd ode.