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Smiling river, smiling river, / On thy bosom sunbeams play; / Though they're fleeting, and retreating, / Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel, / Choked with ooze and gravelly stones, / Deep immersed, and unhearsed, / Lies young Edward's corse; his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening, / As thy waves against them dash; / What thy torrent, in the current, / Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless / Things had feeling in this case; / What so blindly and unkindly / It destroy'd, it now does grace.