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.
