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KNIGHTEN'S WELL.
No drought e'er drained thee,
No storm e'er stained thee,
Mirror of heaven!
In thy clear depths holden
Lie the planets golden,
And the Pleiads seven.
No storm e'er stained thee,
Mirror of heaven!
In thy clear depths holden
Lie the planets golden,
And the Pleiads seven.
But all the daytime
Come the birds in playtime
To sing how they love thee;
And the squirrel scrambling
Through brake and brambling
Will rest above thee.
Come the birds in playtime
To sing how they love thee;
And the squirrel scrambling
Through brake and brambling
Will rest above thee.
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The pines down-peering
Through glade and clearing
Whisper their wonder
At thy waters glancing,
And the white sands dancing
In thy rock-bed under.
Through glade and clearing
Whisper their wonder
At thy waters glancing,
And the white sands dancing
In thy rock-bed under.
Like an angel's troubling
Is the fount up-bubbling
That thy bosom heaveth;
And man or maiden
Who comes care-laden
With light heart leaveth.
Is the fount up-bubbling
That thy bosom heaveth;
And man or maiden
Who comes care-laden
With light heart leaveth.
To the blue plains yonder
Thy streams out-wander,
Mother of waters!
Beyond thy knowing
Is the far-off flowing
Of thy bright daughters.
Thy streams out-wander,
Mother of waters!
Beyond thy knowing
Is the far-off flowing
Of thy bright daughters.
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In rivers splendid
They glide attended
By light and glory;
Through towns their march is,
'Neath ancient arches
And castles hoary.
They glide attended
By light and glory;
Through towns their march is,
'Neath ancient arches
And castles hoary.
To thee no splendour,
But love most tender
And peace are given;
And in thy clearness
To show the nearness
Of earth to Heaven.
But love most tender
And peace are given;
And in thy clearness
To show the nearness
Of earth to Heaven.
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