MILES and miles of here and there br Our eager river forced its way, br Bent to be it knew not where. br br It had no rest in delay; br And for its haste it had no aim; br Wherefore go? But wherefore stay? br br Here and there led both the same; br By any winding it could make br Near its secret goal it came. br br When it reached the crystal lake br It knew its aim and found its rest; br All the miles were for love's sake. br br Mid the blue hills of the west br Our river lies in the lake's breast.