What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled,
First of his tribe, to this dark dell–who first
In this pellucid Current slaked his thirst?
What hopes came with him? what designs were spread
Along his path? His unprotected bed
What dreams encompassed? Was the intruder nursed
In hideous usages, and rites accursed,
That thinned the living and disturbed the dead?
No voice replies;–both air and earth are mute;
And Thou, blue Streamlet, murmuring yield’st no more
Than a soft record, that, whatever fruit
Of ignorance thou might’st witness heretofore,
Thy function was to heal and to restore,
To soothe and cleanse, not madden and pollute!
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