The children, too, began to sigh,
And all their merry chat was o'er ;
And yet they felt, they knew not why,
More glad than they had done before.
RIVER! river! little river!
Bright you sparkle on your way ;
O’er the yellow pebbles dancing,
Through the flowers and foliage glancing,
Like a child at play.
River! river ! swelling river !
On you rush o'er rough and smooth;
Louder, faster, brawling, leaping
Over rocks, by rose-banks sweeping,
Like impetuous youth.
River! river! brimming river!
Broad, and deep, and still as Time!
Seeming still, yet still in motion,
Tending onward to the ocean,
Just like mortal prime.
River! river! rapid river!
Swifter now you slip away;