Flow on, Thou Shining River(Portuguese Air.)Flow on, thou shining river; But ere thou reach the seaSeek Ella’s bower and give her The wreaths I fling o’er theeAnd tell her thus, if she’ll be mine The current of our lives shall be,With joys along their course to shine, Like those sweet flowers on thee.But if in wandering thither Thou find’st she mocks my prayer,Then leave those wreaths to wither Upon the cold bank there;And tell her thus, when youth is o’er, Her lone and loveless Charms shall beThrown by upon life’s weedy shore. Like those sweet flowers from thee.