Flow on thou shining river,
But ere thou reach the sea,
seek Ella's bow'r and give her
The wreath I fling o'er thee.
And tell her thus,
If she'll be mine,
The current of our lives shall be
With joys along their course to shine
Like those sweet flow'rs on thee.
But if in wand'ring thither,
Thou find'st she mocks my pray'r;
Then leave those wreaths to wither
upon the cold bank there,
tell her thus, When youth is o'er,
Her lone and loveless charms shall be
Thrown by upon life's weedy shore,
Like those sweet flow'rs from me.
Stevenson, Sir John, "Flow on Thou Shining River" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 62.
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