Cochituate, inspired of late
 
 By something like ambition,
 Left its still home to hither roam
 
 Upon a blessed mission:
 
 It passed along with gladsome song,
 The meadows smiled to greet it;
 
 And as each day it neared this way,
 Our spirits sprang to meet it.
 
 Its journey passed, 'tis here at last,
 
 And hailed with acclamation ;
 And every tongue shall swell the song,
 
 Whate'er its rank or station.
 
 The thirsty mart feels through its heart
 
 The mighty current quiver.
 Through streets and lanes, in iron veins,
 
 A subterranean river.
 
 Unseen it comes to all our homes.
 
 To cheer the high and lowly ;
 Like gifts from heaven, iinknown when given,
 
 But through their influence holy.
 
 Exuberaixt force impels its course,
 
 It rushes wildly onward ;
 Its fountain spray darts high away
 
 In jets fantastic sunward.
 
 Hail, hopeful stream ! from thy bright gleam
 
 Our hearts reflect the omen.
 That water's want no more will haunt
 
The thirsty man or woman.