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Str. Hawthorne in Songo Lock. Lock Draw Bridge over the Songo Songo River and Bay of Naples Steamboat Co., Lake Wyonegomic (Long Lake). Nowhere such a devious stream. Save in fancy of in dream. Winding slow through bush and brake, Links together lake and lake. Walled with woods or sandy shelf. Ever doubling in itself. flows the stream so still land slow That it hardly seems to flow. Never errant knight of old. Lost in woodland or on wold. Such a winding path pursued Through the sylvan solitude. Never schoolboy, in his quest After hazel nut or rest. Through the forest in and out Wandered loitering thus about. In the mirror of its tide. Tangled thickets on each side Hang inverted, and between Floating cloud and sky serene. Swift or swallow on the wing Seems the only living thing, Or the loon, that laughs and flies Down to those reflected skies. Silent stream ! thy Indian name Unfamiliar is to fame; For thou hidest here alone, Well content to be unknown. But thy tranquil waters teach Wisdom deep as human speech. Moving without haste or noise In unbroken equipoise. Though thou turn'st no busy mill, and art ever calm and still. Even thy silence seems to say To the traveler on his way: Traveler, hurrying from the heat, Of the City, stay they feet! Rest awhile, no longer waste Life with inconsiderate haste! Be not like a stream that brawls Loud with shallow waterfalls. But in quiet self Cont. Link together soul and soul." |
