The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz

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It was fifty years ago          In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,          A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took          The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book          Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said,          "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread          In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away          With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day          The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long,          Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song,          Or tell a more marvellous tale. So she keeps him still a child,          And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild          For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; Though at times he hears in his dreams          The Ranz des Vaches of old, And the rush of mountain streams          From glaciers clear and cold; And the mother at home says, "Hark!          For his voice I listen and yearn; It is growing late and dark,          And my boy does not return!"

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