All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.—Ecclesiastes, i. 7.
River! river! headlong river!
Down you dash unto the sea;
Sea, that line hath never sounded,
Sea, that voyage hath never rounded,
Like unto Eternity!
Mrs. Southey.
I think of that great River
That from the throne flows free;
Of weary pilgrims on its brink,