The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It was fifty years ago
         In the pleasant month of May,
In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,
         A child in its cradle lay.

And Nature, the old nurse, took
         The child upon her knee,
Saying: "Here is a story-book
         Thy Father has written for thee."

"Come, wander with me," she said,
         "Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
         In the manuscripts of God."

And he wandered away and away
         With Nature, the dear old nurse,
Who sang to him night and day
         The rhymes of the universe.

And whenever the way seemed long,
         Or his heart began to fail,
She would sing a more wonderful song,
         Or tell a more marvellous tale.

So she keeps him still a child,
         And will not let him go,
Though at times his heart beats wild
         For the beautiful Pays de Vaud;