Our River: John Greenleaf Whittier (Poem)

We know the world is rich with streams
Renowned in song and story,
Whose music murmurs through our dreams
Of human love and glory:

We know that Arno’s banks are fair,
And Rhine has castled shadows,
And, poet-tuned, the Doon and Ayr
God singing down their meadows.

But while, unpictured and unsung
By painter or by poet,
Our river waits the tuneful tongue
And cunning hand to show it, —
We only know the fond skies lean
Above it, warm with blessing,
And the sweet soul of our Undine
Awakes to our caressing.

Published by Wess

Teacher, author, Quaker, ​and public theologian. He works at Guilford College, enjoys riding his Triumph Bonneville, and listening to music.

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    1. It’s going well. My month of writing was wonderful and I was able to bring things together in a way I’ve never been able to before. Thanks for asking.

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