OVER THE RIVER.
Over the river, the cold dark river, Whose current is strong and deep,The sails of life are furled forever, And its mariners sink to sleep.
Over the river, the starless river, We see our idols glide;And stretch our arms in vain endeavor, They drift to the other side.
Over the river, the voiceless river, That syllables no refrain,The loved ones we have lost forever, Will never return again.
Over the river, the deep still river, Our life's last hopes shall set,And dreams shall die that never, no never, Could earth-bound souls forget.
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