Sweet stream that winds thru yonder glade

Apt emplem of a scraed, trusting maid

Silent and chaste, she steals along 

Far from the world's, gay busy throng

With gentle, yet prevailing, force

Intent upon her destined course

Graceful and useful; all she does

Blessing, and blesst 

Where'er she goes.

Pure - Blossomed as a watery vase.

And heaven reflected in her face