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The river swelleth more and more, / Like some sweet influence stealing o'er / The passive town; and for a while / Each tussock makes a tiny isle, / Where, on some friendly Ararat, / Resteth the weary water-rat.
No ripple shows Musketaquid, / Her very current e'en is hid, / As deepest souls do calmest rest, / When thoughts are swelling in the breast, / And she that in the summer's drought / Doth make a rippling and a rout, / Sleeps from Nahshawtuck to the Cliff, / Unruffled by a single skiff.