Sweet Goddess of the Silver Stream

Near where old Thames in ample tide
?Tween Twickenham?s banks is flowing,
Where trim built wherries gaily glide,
And health?s soft breeze is blowing;
A Lass resides, of Beauty rare,
For fancy?s favourite theme,
Bright Beauty?s Queen, in shape and air,
Sweet Goddess of the Silver Stream.

A boatman I, one morn by chance,
I plyed and row?d her over,
Unthinking gaz?d, and in one glance,
I gaz?d myself her Lover:
My feather?d oar forgot its play,
And borne adown the stream,
My Boat its burthen wish?d to stay,-
Sweet Goddess of the Silver Stream.

But beauty?s not her only charm,
Good humour smiles so cheery,
Expell?d all terror and alarm,
When next she grac?d my Wherry:
Hope whispers, love may make her mine,
And mortal tho? I seem,
The thought gives to bliss divine,
Sweet Goddess of the Silver Stream.

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