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TO A LONELY WOODLAND SPRING
Pure dweller in the shadows green,
Glad hermit of the solitude,
Whose lovely work is wrought unseen
For ever in the pathless wood!
Glad hermit of the solitude,
Whose lovely work is wrought unseen
For ever in the pathless wood!
Like thine I wish my task might be:—
With the shy fountain's lonely birth
In Nature's close society,
But sending beauty through the earth.
With the shy fountain's lonely birth
In Nature's close society,
But sending beauty through the earth.
Such is the poet's life: a stream
From his heart rising ever steals,
Wreathing bare use with beauty's gleam,
A rainbow on the busy wheels!
From his heart rising ever steals,
Wreathing bare use with beauty's gleam,
A rainbow on the busy wheels!
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