Author: Charles W. Naylor

By thy dark, deceptive flow,
Sighing, moaning river,
Captives sing their songs of woe,
Songs of woe forever.

From thy bondage I am free,
O destroying river;
I shall weep no more by thee,
Weep no more forever.

Songs of Zion ne’er shall we
Sing by thee, O river;
Praise be heard no more in thee,
Heard no more forever.

Golden days are past with thee,
Days are dark, O river;
Harps untuned shall silent be,
Silent be forever.

Weeping stands the willow tree
On thy shore, O river;
’Neath its shade my walk shall be
Nevermore forever.

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