A Hymn to the Mississippi
Many-colored River,
Father of Waters,
to you I sing my praise.
I sing the White Mississippi,
iced-over, clad with snow.
Many-colored River,
Father of Waters,
to you I sing my praise.
I sing the Brown Mississippi,
heavy with silt of Spring.
Many-colored River,
Father of Waters,
to you I sing my praise.
I sing the Blue Mississippi,
son of the Summer Sky.
Many-colored River,
Father of Waters,
to you I sing my praise.
I sing the Golden Mississippi,
Sunset liquid fire.
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Thanks Jamie. I quite agree with you that ignoring gods is a pretty major act of impiety. (How did piety ever get such a bad name?
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Mr. Posch, That's a fantastic prayer! I frequently pray to the local river God, and give thanks whenever I walk past. Pagans oft