Under The Ice

Undcr tlie ice the Wftter run; Un.'.or the iae our spirits lie; Tli'1 ■: filial glov of the sumnier 8Un Shnll lnosen Uioir fétters by nnl 6y. Jliwn and groan in 1 1 y prisori cold, üivi-rof lifV - rivci' of lovèj l'he winter is growiug worn and ald, The frO3t is leiving the meltud nioki, And the sun shiiU'S bright above. UihTit tl'i" ice, undor thfi snow, livcs are boond in u crystal ring; ! liy wiil 1 hi' Siuitli wiüils blow. Aud Ino roses bloom 011 the bnnks of Spring. IImii aud groan in Ihy !"il ters etrong, Rivet of lite- river of lovej night growa short the tlnys yrow long. Weaker fthd sraker tho bonds of wrong, And tbe sim shiiii;8 brighter ubove. Unjo]' the iee our Bonls are tiid ; rin.Ki' tho ico our liüod 'Jcods grow; JIvii bat credit tbe wrong we did, Never the motives thnt lay lielow. Moanand gronn in ihy prison cold, Iiivor of lifo - river of love; The winter of lift) is gniwinii old, 'ï'n ■ tVi'st is lenving the mefted mold, And the eun shines warm above. Under tlie iee we liide our wrong - Undcr the ice thut haa oh i lied us thro' ! Oh thüt the friends that have known us long, Dare to doubt Hiat we are good and true, Jlo.m and gro.in in lliy prison cold, River of liTe - river of love; "Winter growin; warm and old, 1 ■ s fltir in tho melting mold; ball ba known above. Jlíicljigan Irps.