TO THE RIVER CHARLES.
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BY HENRY w. NGFELLow.
River that in the silence windest
Through the meadows bright and free,
Till at night thy rest thou fndest


In the bosom of the sea
-Four long years of mingled feeling,
Half in rest, and half in strife,
have seen thy waters stealing


Onward, like the stream of life.
Thou hast taught me, silent river,


Many lesson deep and long,
Thou hast been generous giver-


can give thee but song.
Oft in sadness and in illness


| have watched thy current glide,
Till the beauty of it's stiffness


Oyerfiowed me, like tide.
And in better hours and brighter,


When | saw thy waters CLEAN,
have felt my heart beat lighter,


And leap onward with thy stream.
Not for this alone love thee,


Nor because thy waves of blue
From celestial seas above thee


Take their own celestial hue.
Where yon shady woodlands hide thee,
And thy waters disappear,
Friends love have dwelt beside thee,
And have made thy margin dear.
More than this-thy name reminds me
Of three friends, all true and tried,
And that name like magic binds me
Closer, closer to thy side.
Friends, my soul with Joy remembers,
And like quivering flames they start,
When | fan the living embers


On the hearth-stone of my heart
IT'S for this, thou silent river


That my spirit leans to thee;
Thou hast been generous giver,
Take this idle song from me.