Along Avons banks I once did walk,
And with my friends converse and talk.
But when Avon floods
I haste to the woods,
Where flowers spring,
And sweet birds sing.
Then to Cotswold hills I lift my eyes,
And hear One say, Come now to Me,
From doubts and fears I set you free.
Look up to Me, I give you rest.
Though Avon floods, no cares molest.
I turn to Christ, and I am blessed.
Robert O. Higginson.