And, gliding o’er the leafy brink,
The deer unfrightened stoops to drink.
Myriads of man’s time-measured race
Have vanished from the earth,
Nor left a memory of their trace,
Since first this scene had birth;
These waters, thundering now along,
Joined in Creation’s matin-song;
And only by their dial-trees
Have known the lapse of centuries!