Lo! what a vivid picture here,
Of sin and purity,
Here where the rivers join their
Floods and journey to the sea.

A dirty, earthly look hath one,
Reflects not back the sky;
But mark you, on the other's tide
The clouds are passing by!

Lo! what a vivid picture here,
Of sin and purity,
Here where the rivers join their
Floods and journey to the sea.

A dirty, earthly look hath one,
Reflects not back the sky;
But mark you, on the other's tide
The clouds are passing by!