Lyrics

Ev’n like two little bank-divided brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton
streams,
And having ranged and searched a thousand
nooks,
Meet both at length at silver -breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my best-beloved’s am;
Written by: Judith Ward
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