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THE FOUNT OF TEARS
All hot and grimy from the road,
Dust gray from arduous years,
I sat me down and eased my load
Beside the Fount of Tears.
Dust gray from arduous years,
I sat me down and eased my load
Beside the Fount of Tears.
The waters sparkled to my eye,
Calm, crystal-like, and cool,
And breathing there a restful sigh,
I bent me to the pool.
Calm, crystal-like, and cool,
And breathing there a restful sigh,
I bent me to the pool.
When, lo! a voice cried: “Pilgrim, rise,
Harsh tho' the sentence be,
And on to other lands and skies—
This fount is not for thee.
Harsh tho' the sentence be,
And on to other lands and skies—
This fount is not for thee.
“Pass on, but calm thy needless fears,
Some may not love or sin,
An angel guards the Fount of Tears;
All may not bathe therein.”
Some may not love or sin,
An angel guards the Fount of Tears;
All may not bathe therein.”
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Then with my burden on my back
I turned to gaze awhile,
First at the uninviting track,
Then at the water's smile.
I turned to gaze awhile,
First at the uninviting track,
Then at the water's smile.
And so I go upon my way,
Thro'out the sultry years,
But pause no more, by night, by day,
Beside the Fount of Tears.
Thro'out the sultry years,
But pause no more, by night, by day,
Beside the Fount of Tears.
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