From: The Dial, Vol. IV, No. I (July 1843)
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Published: James Munroe and Company 1843 Boston
BY WILLIAM E. CHANNING. MY highway is unfeatured air, I rest forever on my way, My heart hath pulses like their own, The forests and the mountains high, Ye are so cheerful in your minds, No leaf may fall, no pebble roll,
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men, my giant arms upbear,
My arms unstained and free from sears.
Rolling around the happy sun,
My children love the sunny day,
But noon and night to me are one.
I am their mother, and my veins,
Though built of the enduring stone,
Thrill as do theirs with godlike pains
The foaming ocean and its springs,
The plains,—O pleasant company,
My voice through all your anthems rings.
Content to smile, content to share,
My being in your silence finds
The echo of my spheral air.
No drop of water lose the road,
The issues of the general soul,
Are mirrored in their round abode.
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