Down the mountains, down the hills,
Trickling on for ever;
Gentle springs make little rills,
Little rills the river.
Rivers rolling to the sea
Lose themselves in ocean,
Bearing on their bosoms free
Noble ships in motion.
Such is life, a constant change,
Still from small to greater;
Let us learn the lesson strange
Taught by our Creator:
Life is giv’n for noble ends,
Lofty thoughts and actions,
Winning to our bosom — friends
Gain’d in life’s transactions.
Ah! soon we’ll reach life’s ocean strand,
Just like the mighty river,
Safe in the hollow of that Hand
Which holds the seas for ever.
Leave a Reply