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Since my innocent infancy hood,
I have known this river. What is more,
I know this river like I know my blood,
Which courses through my veins with a roar.

I know this river, if I want I could,
In winter saddle it from shore to shore.
I also know that, when in summer flood ,
It brings the drift wood right up to my door.

I know this river, it can, when in mood
Reach out and touch the centre of my core,
When not in such a mood, perhaps it would,
Then let me brand apart its hoary lore.

A river from a man’s infancy hood
Is bound to grow and stay with him for good.

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