Two of a Trade

The dragon-fly and I together Sail up the stream in the summer weather;     He at the stern all green and gold,     And I at the oars, our course to hold. Above the floor of the level river The bent blades dip and spring and quiver;     And the dragon-fly is here and there,     Along the water and in the air. And thus we go as the sunshine mellows; A pair of Nature’s merriest fellows;     For the Spanish cedar is light and true,     And instead of one, it has carried two. And thus we sail without care or sorrow, With trust for to-day and hope for to-morrow;     He at the stern, all green and gold,     And I at the oars, our course to hold.