Bmeraon which every American
—a
career
it
river is entitled,
would have.
Wheels,
tories, shops, traders, factory-girls,
fac-
boards
of directors, dreary white lines of boarding-houses, all the signs that indicate the spirit
age,
of the age, and of the American
would
arise
upon
its
margin.
Some
shaven magician from State Street would run up by
rail,
and, from proposals, maps,
schedules of stock,
etc.,
educe a spacious
factory as easily as Aladdin's palace arose
from nothing.
Instead of a dreaming,
pastoral poet of a village, Concord
would
be a rushing, whirling, bustling manufacturer of a town, like its thrifty neigh-
bor
Lowell.
flashing
Many
along
city
a fine
ways
;
equipage,
many an
Elizabethan-Gothic-Grecian rural retreat, in
which State Street woos Pan and grows
Arcadian in summer, would be reduced, in the last analysis, to the
Concord
Yet
meadows grew
if
these broad river
mills.
factories instead of corn, they might, per-
haps, lack another harvest, of which the poet's thought is the sickle.
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