Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
The Thames
By Eliza Cook (18121889)L
In its path of liquid light,
Where the red grapes fling a beam
Of glory on the stream;
Let the gorgeous beauty there
Mingle all that ’s rich and fair;
Yet to me it ne’er could be
Like that river great and free,
The Thames! the mighty Thames!
Though no pearly foam may lave,
Or leaping cascades pour
Their rainbows on its shore;
Yet I ever loved to dwell
Where I heard its gushing swell,
And never skimmed its breast
But I warmly praised and blest
The Thames! the mighty Thames!
A braver flag unfurled
Than that which floats above
The stream I sing and love?
O, what a burning glow
Has thrilled my breast and brow,
To see that proud flag come
With glory to its home,
The Thames! the mighty Thames!
Ere meet the shot or blast
Than the gallant barks that glide
On its full and steady tide?
Would ye seek a dauntless crew
With hearts to dare and hands to do?
You ’ll find the foe proclaims
They are cradled on the Thames;
The Thames! the mighty Thames!
Oft loves its torrent wild
So well, that should he part
He breaks his pining heart;
He grieves with smothered sighs
Till his wearying spirit dies;
And so I yearn to thee,
Thou river of the free,
My own, my native Thames!