The Fountain
At morning, noon, and night, The summer sun is bright, And in my heart there lies A joy no grief denies.
The river’s gliding sheen, The forest’s emerald green, The wild flower’s fragrant breath Shall follow me in death.
- John G Whittier
The Fountain
At morning, noon, and night, The summer sun is bright, And in my heart there lies A joy no grief denies.
The river’s gliding sheen, The forest’s emerald green, The wild flower’s fragrant breath Shall follow me in death.