"I'll make wider my bed, as onward I tread,
A deep mighty river I'll be—
'Press on' all the day will I sing on my way,
Till I enter the far-spreading sea."
It ceased. A youth lingered beside its green edge
Till the stars in its face brightly shone;
He hoped the sweet strain would re-echo again—
But he just heard a murmur—"Press on!"