R-ivers are still running,
O-verflowing with water;
D-ay fourteenth October,
A-s you rise from slumber.
L-et not the rivers run dry,
L-et the streams bring joy;
I-nclement clime can cause
A-ll floods that do destroy.
M-illion mirth is felt
U-nderneath the bright sun;
J-ust thank the Lord God,
A-s the rivers still
R-un.
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