Poem by Amos Bronson Alcott

Thoreau

WHO nearer Nature’s life would truly come 
Must nearest come to him of whom I speak; 
He all kinds knew,—the vocal and the dumb; 
Masterful in genius was he, and unique, 
Patient, sagacious, tender, frolicsome. 
This Concord Pan would oft his whistle take, 
And forth from wood and fen, field, hill, and lake, 
Trooping around him in their several guise, 
The shy inhabitants their haunts forsake: 
Then he, like Æsop, man would satirize,
Hold up the image wild to clearest view 
Of undiscerning manhood’s puzzled eyes, 
And mocking say, “Lo! mirrors here for you: 
Be true as these, if ye would be more wise.”

1. Margaret Fuller
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