February 27, 1852

 in Thoreau’s Journal:

This restless and now swollen stream has burst its icy fetters…. If rivers come out of their prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I, too, resume my spring life with joy and hope? Have I no hopes to sparkle on the surface of life’s current?

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It is worth the while to have our faith revived by seeing where a river swells and eddies about a half-buried rock.

 

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