Fair river! in thy bright clear flow

Of crystal wandering water,

Thou art an emblem of the glow

Of Beauty — the unhidden heart —

The playful mazines of art

In old Alberto's daughter.

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But when within thy wave she looks,

Which glistens, then, and trembles,

Why then the prettiest of brooks

Her worshipper resembles;

For in his heart, as in thy stream,

Her image deeply lies —

His heart which trembles at the beam

Of her soul-searching eyes.