Comes up from the stagnant fen
That the music of Heaven shall never
Be heard in its waters again!
Yet I wonder each day as I wander
Along where the stream used to be
If the waters won’t sometime come back there
And dredge out the dregs and debris.
It may be! ’Tis a long time coming,—
Too long, I fear,—too long!—
For Love’s River must sing its music