Classic Poem

Deep in the fountain's gloom
The coolest water lies;
Leaf-hid from casual eyes
The sweetest flowers bloom.

Something the grateful heart
May tell of what it owes,
But never can disclose
The larger, deeper part.

O Love and Faith and Care
From whom my life once came!
I may not write each name
Nor tell what thanks you share.

Be this my secret token,
O friends, and more than friends!
Herein your debtor sends
Such thanks as are not spoken.