Lines On A Fountain.
We love cold water as it flows from the fountain, Which nature hath brewed alone in the mountain; In the wild woods and in the rocky dell, Where man hath not been but the deer loves to dwell; And away across the sea in far distant lands, In Asia's gloomy jungles and Africa's drifting sands; Where to the thirsty traveller a charming spot of green Is by far the rarest gem his eyes have ever seen; And when he has quenched his thirst at the cooling spring, With many grateful songs he makes the air to ring; For many nights he dreams of this scene of bliss, And when he thinks of Heaven it is of such as this.
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"We love cold water as it flows from the fountain,..."
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