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TO A SPRING-HEAD IN SOUTH WALES

Child of the rock! not chill as those
That from the sapphire glacier go,
Yet marble-fresh to lips and brows
That dip within thy lucid flow,
And rise with quicken'd strength, and inward glow:
—Like thee the wise,—with equal glance
Watching the fever of the day,
The boasts of premature advance,
The groans of querulous dismay,—
Hot hopes, weak fears, with temperate draughts allay.

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—E'en thus with pure unswerving force
Thine unremittent waters go;
And all around thy cradle-source
The ferns their green embroidery throw,
And the lush grasses net themselves below:—
And from the homestead in the glen
A girl her hollow pitcher brings,
And loads with liquid crystal:—then
Above her head the weight she swings,
And down the vale her even carol rings.