In the Minnesota North Woods Gushes forth the Father Water. Rolling on through Lake Itasca, Rushing on, forever flowing. Carving ridges, cliffs, and gulleys, Carrying with it silt and limestone; To the great Atlantic Ocean. Reservoir of all the waters. Winding Mississippi River, Leaping rocks, and hills, and ledges, Into magic falls and rapids, Where the white man gets the power To promote the source of living. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |