We have drawn an inspiration, greater, than when on the shore
Of old ocean, we stood listening to its ceaseless surge and roar.
Ah! not always will the eloquence of language tell,
There’s an eloquence in silence—we are taught to know as well.
Inspiration! ’tis around us, and above us, in the very air we breathe,
When the Infinite Creator gave us life, he did bequeath
Power to gather this rich treasure from the beautiful and pure.
Drink, then, ever at this fountain; ’tis unfailing and secure;
Fixed as Heaven’s eternal law,
From it every one may draw.