I travelled far on duty’s call
Since last I saw thy currents flow.
In days gone by, when joy was young,
’Twas my delight to sit me here;
When thy grave voice, so full and strong,
A pleasant song was to mine ear.
Methinks I hear thy waters say,
In greeting accents bathed in tears,
“Where did thy wandering footsteps stray
These many long and weary years?