Acionna

River goddess, let waters flow,
Deeper are you than we can know;
Be still or fast.
Source of all things from long ago,
Teach us all things that you can show;
Future is past.
Upon you praises we bestow,
Everything you overflow
From first to last.

The sailor will unstep the mast,
The fisherman catch your repast;
You are divine.
And when the line is outward cast,
To the faithful enthusiast
Is sweet, not brine.
Your bounty is ever most vast,
All others you always outlast;
Drink deep your wine.

Upon you may the sun bright shine,
At your swelling all may now dine;
To you we go
To worship at your holy shrine.
Whether you are kind and benign
Or a storm blow,
Ever shall be faithfully thine
Those who watch your every sign;
Our love will grow.