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THE FOUNTAIN IN THE CITY.
Amid the city's din and dust, thy foaming column springs,
And on the trodden soil around refreshing moisture flings.
And on the trodden soil around refreshing moisture flings.
Thou'rt like that grateful human heart, O fountain pure and bright!
Which, in the midst of sin and care, is ever fresh and white;
Which, in the midst of sin and care, is ever fresh and white;
Which scatters love and joy around, and, as it gushes, shows
Each ray from Heaven, its fountain-head, and Faith's prismatic bows.
Each ray from Heaven, its fountain-head, and Faith's prismatic bows.
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