Faintly flow, thou falling river,

Like a dream that dies away;

Down to ocean gliding ever,

Keep thy calm, unruffled way:

Time with such a silent motion,

Floats along on wings of air,

To eternity’s dark ocean,

Burying all its treasure there.

2 Roses bloom and then they wither;

Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;

Shapes of light are wafted hither,

Then, like visions, hurry by:

Quick as clouds at evening driven

O’er the many-colored west,

Years are bearing us to heaven—

Home of happiness and rest.