ON THE RIVER
O sun, shine
hot on the river;
For the ice is turning an ashen
And the still bright water is
And the myriad streams are greeting
With a ballad of life to the giver,
From forest and field and sunny
Meeting and running and tripping
With laughter and song to the river.
Oh! the din
on the boats by the river;
The barges are ringing while
With sound of hewing and hammering
Planing and painting and swinging
All day in their shrill endeavor;
For the waters brim over their
And the grinding ice is breaking
And we must away down the river.
Oh! the hum
and the toil of the river;
The ridge of the rapid sprays
Loud and low by the water’s
Tearing the wet pines into strips,
The saw mill is moaning ever.
The little grey sparrow skips
On the rocks in the rain of
the water falls,
And the logs are adrift in the river.
whirls the river;
The rivulets run and the cataract
The spiders are flitting over
Summer winds float and the cedar
And the eddies gleam and quiver.
O sun; shine hot, shine long
In the glory and power of the
On the swift longing face of the river.