Are lying there together, the old and young alike;
Their plans and purposes cut off, no power to love or strike.
Bow down, ye Alleghenies, and weep o'er thousands slain,
Who yesterday were all intent this present world to gain.
Their active brain is sleeping, their busy hands are still,
Bright hopes are blasted in an hour, ambitions cease to thrill;
Their mansions, with their bodies, the flood has borne away—
The rich and poor together rest till resurrection day.
Now leap for joy, ye mountains, for all is not in vain!
For as it was in Noah's flood, it ever will remain!