O LIVING, living water, So busy and so bright, Aye flashing in the morning beams, And sounding through the night; O golden-shining water -- Would God that I might be A vocal message from His mouth Into the world, like thee! O merry, merry water, Which nothing e'er affrays; And as it pours from rock to rock Nothing e'er stops or stays; But past cool heathery hollows And gloomy pools it flows; Past crags that fain would shut it in Leaps through -- and on it goes. O fresh'ning, sparkling water, O voice that's never still, Though winter lays her dead-white hand On brae and glen and hill; Though no leaf's left to flutter In woods all mute and hoar, Yet thou, O river, night and day Thou runnest evermore. No foul thing can pollute thee; Thy swiftness casts aside All ill, like a good heart and true, However sorely tried. O living, living water, So fresh and bright and free -- God lead us through this changeful world Forever pure, like thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR VICTORY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |