Than palaces of wealth, of power or pride.
Flow on, then, bright and beauteous river, flow
Yet smile beneath the summer sunset’s glow,
Or autumn’s mellow lustre, shed o’er all
The sombre grandeur of the foliage dense:
Or solitary tree that doth dispense
O’er thee its willowy gracefulness of fall,
While now thy highlands nearing the blue sky,
Emblazoned with its orient tracery.
Flow on—flow on in loveliness like this!