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DESERT FOUNTAIN.
Desert fountain, from the mountain
Frowning o'er thee, old and gray,
Toward the valley dost thou sally,
Like a joyous child to play.
Ever, thy glad solo singing,
'Mid the wild of Araby,
Dost thou nurse the sweet flower, springing
To unfold its heart to thee.
Frowning o'er thee, old and gray,
Toward the valley dost thou sally,
Like a joyous child to play.
Ever, thy glad solo singing,
'Mid the wild of Araby,
Dost thou nurse the sweet flower, springing
To unfold its heart to thee.
Never darkling,—ever sparkling,
Wears thy breast, by day, or night,
Golden sunbeams,—silver moon-gleams,
And the diamond starry light!
What 's thy story?—what 's thy glory?
Whom art thou ordained to bless,
When they hear thee, and draw near thee,
In this lonely wilderness?
Wears thy breast, by day, or night,
Golden sunbeams,—silver moon-gleams,
And the diamond starry light!
What 's thy story?—what 's thy glory?
Whom art thou ordained to bless,
When they hear thee, and draw near thee,
In this lonely wilderness?
Did not Israel's sons and daughters,
Wandering o'er this thirsty earth,
Kneel beside thy gushing waters,
Praising Him who called thee forth?
Life's full river, with its Giver,
Now is theirs; while, sweet and clear,
Failing never, fresh as ever,
Thou art for the pilgrim here.
Wandering o'er this thirsty earth,
Kneel beside thy gushing waters,
Praising Him who called thee forth?
Life's full river, with its Giver,
Now is theirs; while, sweet and clear,
Failing never, fresh as ever,
Thou art for the pilgrim here.
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