The Well Of Loch Maree
Calm on the breast of Loch Maree A little isle reposes; A shadow woven of the oak And willow o'er it closes. Within, a Druid's mound is seen, Set round with stony warders; A fountain, gushing through the turf, Flows o'er its grassy borders. And whoso bathes therein his brow, With care or madness burning, Feels once again his healthful thought And sense of peace returning. O restless heart and fevered brain, Unquiet and unstable, That holy well of Loch Maree Is more than idle fable! Life's changes vex, its discords stun, Its glaring sunshine blindeth, And blest is he who on his way That fount of healing findeth! The shadows of a humbled will And contrite heart are o'er it; Go read its legend, "Trust In God," On Faith's white stones before it
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"Calm on the breast of Loch Maree..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Greenleaf Whittier delivers a powerful performance in "The Well Of Loch Maree"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...