While my sad heart sighed forth its ceaseless plaint.
For frowning pride life’s summer waves did lock
Away from light, their restless murmuring hushed —
But thou didst smite the cold, defying rock,
And full and fast the living waters gushed!
Oh, what a summer glory life put on!
What morning freshness those swift waters gave
That leaped from darkness forth into the sun,
And mirrored heaven in every smallest wave!
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