Let war and trade and creeds and song Blend, ripen race on race,

The sunburnt world a man shall breed

Of all the zones, and countless days.

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn

Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

TWO RIVERS.

HY summer voice, Musketaquit,

THY

Repeats the music of the rain ;

But sweeter rivers pulsing flit

Through thee, as thou through 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 stream

Through years, through men, through nature fleet,

Through passion, 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 stains its equal gleam, And ages drop in it like rain

WALDEINSAMKEIT.

I

DO not count the hours I spend

In wandering by the sea;

The forest is my loyal friend,

Like God it useth me.

In plains that room for shadows make

Of skirting hills to lie,

Bound in by streams which give and take

Their colors from the sky;

Or on the mountain-crest sublime,

Or down the oaken glade,

O what have I to do with time?

For this the day was made.

Cities of mortals woe-begone

Fantastic care derides,

But in the serious landscape lone

Stern benefit abides.

Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy,

And merry is only a mask of sad,

But, sober on a fund of joy,

The woods at heart are glad.

There the great Planter plants
Of fruitful worlds the grain,

And with a million spells enchants

The souls that walk in pain.

Still on the seeds of all he made

The rose of beauty burns;

Through times that wear, and forms that fade,

Immortal youth returns.