A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
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“An<strong>on</strong> permit <strong>the</strong> basest clouds to ride<br />
With ugly wrack <strong>on</strong> his celestial face,”—<br />
for before <strong>the</strong> god had reached <strong>the</strong> zenith <strong>the</strong> heavenly pavement<br />
rose <strong>and</strong> embraced my wavering virtue, or ra<strong>the</strong>r I sank<br />
down again into that “forlorn world,” from which <strong>the</strong> celestial<br />
sun had hid his visage,—<br />
“How may a worm that crawls al<strong>on</strong>g <strong>the</strong> dust,<br />
Clamber <strong>the</strong> azure mountains, thrown so high,<br />
And fetch from <strong>the</strong>nce thy fair idea just,<br />
That in those sunny courts doth hidden lie,<br />
Clo<strong>the</strong>d with such light as blinds <strong>the</strong> angel’s eye?<br />
How may weak mortal ever hope to file<br />
His unsmooth t<strong>on</strong>gue, <strong>and</strong> his deprostrate style?<br />
O, raise thou from his corse thy now entombed exile!”<br />
In <strong>the</strong> preceding evening I had seen <strong>the</strong> summits of new<br />
<strong>and</strong> yet higher mountains, <strong>the</strong> Catskills, by which I might<br />
hope to climb to heaven again, <strong>and</strong> had set my compass for<br />
a fair lake in <strong>the</strong> southwest, which lay in my way, for which<br />
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I now steered, descending <strong>the</strong> mountain by my own route,<br />
<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> side opposite to that by which I had ascended, <strong>and</strong><br />
so<strong>on</strong> found myself in <strong>the</strong> regi<strong>on</strong> of cloud <strong>and</strong> drizzling rain,<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> inhabitants affirmed that it had been a cloudy <strong>and</strong><br />
drizzling day wholly.<br />
But now we must make haste back before <strong>the</strong> fog disperses<br />
to <strong>the</strong> bli<strong>the</strong> <strong>Merrimack</strong> water.<br />
Since that first “Away! away!”<br />
Many a lengthy reach we’ve rowed,<br />
Still <strong>the</strong> sparrow <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> spray<br />
Hastes to usher in <strong>the</strong> day<br />
With her simple stanza’d ode.<br />
We passed a canal-boat before sunrise, groping its way to<br />
<strong>the</strong> seaboard, <strong>and</strong>, though we could not see it <strong>on</strong> account of<br />
<strong>the</strong> fog, <strong>the</strong> few dull, thumping, stertorous sounds which we<br />
heard, impressed us with a sense of weight <strong>and</strong> irresistible<br />
moti<strong>on</strong>. One little rill of commerce already awake <strong>on</strong> this<br />
distant New Hampshire river. The fog, as it required more<br />
skill in <strong>the</strong> steering, enhanced <strong>the</strong> interest of our early voy-