With a bright emerald thread.
Canst thou its bold career foretell,
What rock it may o’erleap or rend;
How far in ocean swell,
Its freshening billows send?
Perchance that little rill may flow
The bulwark of some mighty realm—
Bear navies to and fro,
With monarchs at their helm.
A pebble in the streamlet scant,