' THOU pausest not in thine allotted task, 



darkling River! through the night I hear 

 Thy wavelets rippling on the pebbly beach, 



1 hear thy current stir the rustling sedge 

 That skirts thy bed. Thou intermittest not 

 Thine everlasting journey, drawing on 



A silvery train from many a woodland spring 

 And mountain brook." 



BRYANT. 



