Innocent and pure br Our success and joys br It feels to the core. br Saddened and suppressed br We feel obscure br It shows the way br To a lively shore br With a wavily welcome br And a friendly roar. br br Our blunders br And mistakes br Make it mingy br And loneliness we feel br In this state of dingy br Yet, if we repent br It is zealous and zingy. br br A father br A mother br A sister br And a brother br It's master of disguise br Can be a teacher br Hard to recognize. br br Inside it dwells br With an outward force br Like water from br The artesian wells. br Hesitated and afraid br Of worldly hells.