TO THE THAMES, AT NORWICH, CONN.
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BY MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.
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Hail, Father Thames! ’Tis joy to me
Once more thy face and haunts to see;
For lingering verdure, soft and rare,
Makes thine autumnal carpet fair;
And ’mid thy bordering heights is seen
The strong and patient evergreen,