The Tomahawk, August 24, 1867.
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A River Melody.
By the Thames, to the right, lies the flat shore of Erith,
For Gents by the Gem and the Topaz conveyed;
But you, when the steamer that landing-place neareth,
Say “No, I’m for Rosherville”—sensible blade.
By the Red House—that stands like a murder-stained dwelling,
Where pigeons (called blue rocks) lie sleeping in gore—
By the tide at Cremorne, which so seldom, high swelling,