A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

by Henry David Thoreau

AUTHOR OF “WALDEN,” ETC.

[CONCORD RIVER]

[SATURDAY]

Where’er thou sail’st who sailed with me,
Though now thou climbest loftier mounts,
And fairer rivers dost ascend,
Be thou my Muse, my Brother—.

I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore,
By a lonely isle, by a far Azore,
There it is, there it is, the treasure I seek,
On the barren sands of a desolate creek.

I sailed up a river with a pleasant wind,
New lands, new people, and new thoughts to find;
Many fair reaches and headlands appeared,
And many dangers were there to be feared;
But when I remember where I have been,
And the fair landscapes that I have seen,
THOU seemest the only permanent shore,
The cape never rounded, nor wandered o’er.

A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

by Henry David Thoreau

AUTHOR OF “WALDEN,” ETC.

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