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.
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