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						Two Rivers by Ralph Waldo Emerson 
						
						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.						 
						
						
						
						
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