Behold the rocky wall
That down its sloping sides
Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall,
In rushing river-tides!
Yon stream, whose sources run
Turned by a pebble’s edge,
Is Athabasca, rolling toward the sun
Through the cleft mountain-ledge.
The slender rill had strayed,
But for the slanting stone,
To evening’s ocean, with the tangled braid
Of foam-flecked Oregon.

So from the heights of Will
Life’s parting stream descends,
And, as a moment turns its slender rill,
Each widening torrent bends, —

From the same cradle’s side,
From the same mother’s knee, —
One to long darkness and the frozen tide,
One to the Peaceful Sea!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Oliver Wendell Holmes's poem The Two Streams

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