The grace of thy meandering course
’Neath bending boughs, whose mingling shade
Now hid, and now thy stream betray’d.—
Bright—though long distant from my view—
Rise all thy magic charms anew;
And on thy calm and shallowy shore
Again, in Fancy’s eye, I pore,
The steps retrace, our infant feet
So buoyant trod, and once more meet
Each object in my wandering gaze