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.
