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And where the mighty river rolls
Forever to the sea,
'Neath sunlit-skies and starry scrolls,
We blend our melody.

From north to south, from east to west,
I wander wild and free;
I have no wish to stop and rest,
My home is land and sea.

Millions of years have heard my voice,
And many more shall know
Sorrow and gladness, gain and loss,
Ere I shall cease to blow.

Not useless, aimless, is my course,
For He whose righteous will
Rules all this boundless universe,
Can bid the winds be still.

For He at whose divine command
I take my wandering flight,
O'er ocean waste, or desert sand,
Marks out my path aright."

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