THE TWO RIVERS.
SUGGESTED BY "WORDSWORTH'S RIVER DUDDON, WITH CHATTOOK'S ETCHINGS."
UNTO one stream alone may Duddon yield, While, from her mountain sources to the sea, She speeds along, voiceful of poesy, With all her loveliness in verse reveal'd.
Avon, from battlefield to battlefield-
Naseby, and Eoveriholm, and Tewkesbury—
Flows on in slow and sad solemnity, Her record with the blood of Patriots seal'& But not for this we linger by her shore, And love the fragrance of her flowery meads : The mighty Bard, who never named her name, Her gentle course with living beauty feeds, Bids all the world her wanderings explore, And her partake of his immortal' fame.
HERBERT NEW.