“Over the River they beckon to me,/Loved ones who crossed to the further side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost on the dashing tide.
There’s one with ringlets of sunny gold/ and eyes the reflection of heaven’s own blue;
He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold/ and the pale mist hid him from mortal view.” 🌄
Over the River was put in writing one blustery April day around 1860 by Nancy Priest Wakefield who was a young woman who toiled in a factory along the Ashuelot River in Southern New Hampshire!