two rivers

   

 

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Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. 

Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: 

The stream I love unbounded goes 

Through flood and sea and firmament; 

Through light, through life, it forward flows. 

I see the inundation sweet, 

I hear the spending of the steam 

Through years, through men, through Nature fleet, 

Through love and thought, through power and dream. 

Musketaquit, a goblin strong, 

Of shard and flint makes jewels gay; 

They lose their grief who hear his song, 

And where he winds is the day of day. 

So forth and brighter fares my stream,-- 

Who drink it shall not thirst again; 

No darkness taints its equal gleam, 

And ages drop in it like rain.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson 

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