FAIR river! in thy bright, clear flow

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Of crystal, wandering water,

Thou art an emblem of the glow

Of beauty — the unhidden heart,

The playful maziness of art

In old Alberto's daughter;

 

But when within thy wave she looks,

Which glistens then, and trembles,

Why, then, the prettiest of brooks

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Her worshipper resembles;

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For in his heart, as in thy stream,

Her image deeply lies —

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His heart which trembles at the beam

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Of her soul-searching eyes.