Then the “Oracle” said he would try his own scheme;
So he stretched forth his hand and commanded the stream:
O, wayward stream!
Return and to thy channel keep,
Where thou hast droned in drowsy sleep
For full a century of years,
And have our love without our fears.
How have we loved thee, O, great stream!
And thou hast been to us a theme
As pleasing as the sweetest dream,