When once the mountain stream has mingled with the sea,
Think you it can again a mountain stream e'er be?
Does it not take the grander and more awful form
Of the blue waters where abides the King of Storm?

So, lives that once have mingled in Love's mystic tide,
Not e'en the God of Fate can evermore divide.
No rule of church or state can turn the precious wine
Back to the grape that ripened on the fruitful vine.