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,