Two Rivers

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.