To The River Charles.

River! that in silence windest      Through the meadows, bright and free,     Till at length thy rest thou findest      In the bosom of the sea!     Four long years of mingled feeling,      Half in rest, and half in strife,     I have seen thy waters stealing      Onward, like the stream of life.     Thou hast taught me, Silent River!         Many a lesson, deep and long;     Thou hast been a generous giver;         I can give thee but a song.     Oft in sadness and in illness,         I have watched thy current glide,     Till the beauty of its stillness         Overflowed me, like a tide.     And in better hours and brighter,         When I saw thy waters gleam,     I have felt my heart beat lighter,         And leap onward with thy stream.     Not for this alone I love thee,         Nor because thy waves of blue     From celestial seas above thee         Take their own celestial hue.     Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee,         And thy waters disappear,     Friends I 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!         How like quivering flames they start,     When I fan the living embers         On the hearth-stone of my heart!     'T is for this, thou Silent River!         That my spirit leans to thee;     Thou hast been a generous giver,         Take this idle song from me.