River, then glide sweetly on, Till thy goal is safely won, Till at last Thou dost hear like thunder roar, Breaking from the golden shore, Awful words from sacred lore, Time for thee shall be no more. River, farewell.
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River, then glide sweetly on, Till thy goal is safely won, Till at last Thou dost hear like thunder roar, Breaking from the golden shore, Awful words from sacred lore, Time for thee shall be no more. River, farewell.