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Charles Lamb - To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned
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Smiling river, smiling river,
  On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Though they`re fleeting, and retreating,
  Thou hast more deceit than they.


In thy channel, in thy channel,
  Choak`d with ooze and grav`lly 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.
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