A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
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There are already essays <strong>and</strong> poems, <strong>the</strong> growth of this l<strong>and</strong>,<br />
which are not in vain, all which, however, we could c<strong>on</strong>veniently<br />
have stowed in <strong>the</strong> till of our chest. If <strong>the</strong> gods permitted<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir own inspirati<strong>on</strong> to be brea<strong>the</strong>d in vain, <strong>the</strong>se<br />
might be overlooked in <strong>the</strong> crowd, but <strong>the</strong> accents of truth<br />
are as sure to be heard at last <strong>on</strong> earth as in heaven. They<br />
already seem ancient, <strong>and</strong> in some measure have lost <strong>the</strong> traces<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir modern birth. Here are <strong>the</strong>y who<br />
“ask for that which is our whole life’s light,<br />
For <strong>the</strong> perpetual, true <strong>and</strong> clear insight.”<br />
I remember a few sentences which spring like <strong>the</strong> sward in<br />
its native pasture, where its roots were never disturbed, <strong>and</strong><br />
not as if spread over a s<strong>and</strong>y embankment; answering to <strong>the</strong><br />
poet’s prayer,<br />
“Let us set so just<br />
A rate <strong>on</strong> knowledge, that <strong>the</strong> world may trust<br />
The poet’s sentence, <strong>and</strong> not still aver<br />
A <str<strong>on</strong>g>Week</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> C<strong>on</strong>cord <strong>and</strong> <strong>Merrimack</strong> <strong>Rivers</strong><br />
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Each art is to itself a flatterer.”<br />
But, above all, in our native port, did we not frequent <strong>the</strong><br />
peaceful games of <strong>the</strong> Lyceum, from which a new era will be<br />
dated to New Engl<strong>and</strong>, as from <strong>the</strong> games of Greece. For if<br />
Herodotus carried his history to Olympia to read, after <strong>the</strong><br />
cestus <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> race, have we not heard such histories recited<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, which since our countrymen have read, as made Greece<br />
sometimes to be forgotten?—Philosophy, too, has <strong>the</strong>re her<br />
grove <strong>and</strong> portico, not wholly unfrequented in <strong>the</strong>se days.<br />
Lately <strong>the</strong> victor, whom all Pindars praised, has w<strong>on</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
palm, c<strong>on</strong>tending with<br />
“Olympian bards who sung<br />
Divine ideas below,<br />
Which always find us young,<br />
And always keep us so.”<br />
What earth or sea, mountain or stream, or Muses’ spring<br />
or grove, is safe from his all-searching ardent eye, who drives<br />
off Phoebus’ beaten track, visits unw<strong>on</strong>ted z<strong>on</strong>es, makes <strong>the</strong>