Father of Waters I worship thy mighty stream As the Hindoo by the shores of his sacred river, I kneel upon thy banks, and pour forth my soul in wild adoration Far different are the springs of our devotion. To him, the waters of his yellow Ganges are the symbols of a superstitious awe, commingled with dark fears for the mystic future; to me, thy golden wares are the souvenirs of joy, binding the present to the known and happy past. Yes, mighty river I worship thee in the past. My heart fills with joy at the very mention of thy name