Clear the fountain waters glowing, Living streams, the well-springs flowing, Cold, in darkling woods, a spring. In the shed, cool stillness streaming, O'er the well, a candle gleaming On Christ's crown its gilding flings. In the Eden field—a bower, And a fountain, and a flower. Christ, star-voiced, the spirit stills: "Come, before the well-spring stooping, Of my quiet waters scooping,— For the stintless bucket fills." |