Beautiful streams, that flow onward forever,
Blessing the green earth wherever they flow,
Down the steep mountain-side gushing to sever,
In the fair valleys and meadows below;
Singing amid the tall reeds as they wander,
Nursing the lily-bell on their calm breast,
Well by their side may earth’s weary one’s ponder,
Seeking, alone, by their margin for rest.
Beautiful streams, that flow on to the ocean,
Life-giving founts as they wander along,
Who can behold them devoid of emotion,
Or love not the amount of their murmuring song?
Cooling the earth in the warm sunny hours,
Giving the poet his glorious themes;
Crowning the vales with the rich summer flowers;
Types of eternity — beautiful streams.
— Joseph Edwards Carpenter, Later Lyrics, 1878