The Fountain

Into the sunshine,
full of light,
Leaping and flashing
from morn till night!

Into the moonlight,
whiter than snow,
Waving so flower-like
when the winds blow.

Into the starlight,
rushing in spray,
Happy at midnight,
happy by day!

Ever in motion,
blithesome and cheery,
Still climbing heavenwards,
never aweary.

Glad of all weathers,
still seeming best,
Upward or downward
motion thy rest;

Ceaseless aspiring,
ceaseless content,
Darkness or sunshine
thy element;

Full of a nature
nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
ever the same:

Glorious fountain!
let my heart be
Fresh, changeful, constant,
upward, like thee!
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