I see thee, Waterloo,

And see the flash of beaded splash

Upon the waters too,

While crossing Pleasant Run.

Yes, in my dreams, I often hear

The songs they used to sing—

Those solemn lays of reverent fear,

When Christ indeed was King:

Then sinners bowed when prayer was led

[Pg 23]

By some poor saint the ravens fed

At holy Waterloo.

How free from lust, the simple trust

Of soul that worshipped there;

How free from guile were men erstwhile

Whose creed was song and prayer,

The creed of Waterloo.

The meeting days were always fair—

God smiled on Waterloo!

And mother rode the dark brown mare,

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