Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
* * * * * *
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 1 font
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
HEX: #211A22
RGB: 33 26 34
RGB: 33 26 34
HEX: #F981A4
RGB: 249 129 164
RGB: 249 129 164
HEX: #FFF674
RGB: 255 246 116
RGB: 255 246 116
HEX: #A695A5
RGB: 166 149 165
RGB: 166 149 165
HEX: #B3A5E3
RGB: 179 165 227
RGB: 179 165 227
Princess of rivers, how I love
Upon thy flowery banks to lie,
And view thy silver stream,
When gilded by a summer's beam!
And in it all thy wanton fry,
Playing at liberty;
And with my angle, upon them
The all of treachery
I ever learned, industriously to try!
