Sea and River-side Rambles in Victoria — Chapter 11

"Know ye not that lovely river?Know ye not that smiling river?"

"Hic gelidi fontes, hic mollia prata." — Virgil."Here are cooling springs, here grassy meads.

"No breathing manWith a warm heart, and eye prepared to scanNature's dear beauty, could pass lightly byObjects that look out so invitinglyOn either side."

"And abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver streamlet crossesO'er the smooth stones, green with mosses,And glancing,And dancing,Goes singing on its way."

"——— Flumina libantSumma leves."—Virgil.

"The flittingOf divers moths, that aye their rest are quitting."

"Through meads and groves now calmly rovesThe stream with many a bending;In rippling song, through rushes long,And pendent willows wending.

But groves at last and meads are passed,And still with ceaseless motion,The water glides, to pour its tidesInto the trackless ocean."