Till last by Philips farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever. – Alfred Lord Tennyson

Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wave on wave a living river;
Wealth and fashion side by side;
Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide. – John Greenleaf Whittier

No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning. – American Indian Proverb

I was born upon thy bank, river,
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever
At the bottom of my dream. – Henry David Thoreau