In the dawn of time, life's mystery lies,
In the strands unseen by the human eyes,
In the heart of cells, where secrets keep,
Watson and Crick began to seek.

With paper and pen, they drew the line,
A double helix, a twist divine,
A dance of bases, A and T, G and C,
Unlocking the code of destiny.

Oh, the double helix, spinning through time,
Unravelling secrets, oh, so sublime,
From the heart of the cell to the edge of the sky,
The code of life, soaring high.

Chargaff's rules whispered in the night,
Bases pair, and the fit was right,
Adenine with thymine, guanine with cytosine,
The patterns clear, a design unseen.

X-ray beams through the crystal clear,
Franklin's images brought the structure near,
Watson and Crick, they saw the light,
In the helix form, life's guiding sight.

From the simple code, a symphony,
The human genome, our legacy,
With every sequence read, a door unlocked,
To healing hands, the future docks.

Gene therapy, a beacon bright,
Promising cures in the darkest night,
From the tiniest cell to the grand design,
A future of health, our genes align.

With every twist, with every turn,
New hopes rise, old fears burn,
In the dance of A and T, G and C,
Lies the promise of what we can be.

From Watson and Crick to the future's gaze,
In the dance of genes, our anthem plays,
The double helix, a tale of light,
Guiding humanity through the night.

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain.

Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:
The stream I love unbounded goes
Through flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward flows.

I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the spending of the stream
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.

Musketaquit, a goblin strong,
Of shard and flint makes jewels gay;
They lose their grief who hear his song,
And where he winds is the day of day.

So forth and brighter fares my stream,—
Who drink it shall not thirst again;
No darkness stains its equal gleam.
And ages drop in it like rain.