Out From Concord Poem by John May

Out From Concord



Walden Pond is in my heart
And I feel like Thoreau
So farewell, world, I must depart
And go where wise men go

Out from Concord's busy streets
And into Nature's womb
The place where truth and beauty meet
And merge like bride and groom

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