Full Lyrics
At first the mountain rill is weak,
And from its prison scarce can break;
Then each pebble in the way
Seems enough its course to stay.
Spreading as it glides along,
Soon it is a torrent strong;
And its path is broad and free,
As it bounds into the sea.
At first the mountain rill is weak,
But spreading as it glides along,
A torrent strong, its path is broad and free,
As it bounds into the sea.
Thus love is oft so weak at first,
That e'en the heart in which 'tis nursed
Scarcely can its presence feel;
But its power will soon reveal;
And so mighty is its force,
Nothing can restrain its course.
Riches, honours, what are they?
Love through all will find a way.
