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James Russell Lowell

James Russell Lowell

The Fountain

Into the sunshine,
Full of the 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 heavenward,
Never aweary
 
Glad of all weathers,
Still seeming best,
Upward or downward,
Motion thy rest;—
 
Full of a nature
Nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
Ever the same;—
 
Ceaseless aspiring,
Ceaseless content,
Darkness or sunshine
Thy element;—
 
Glorious fountain!
Let my heart be
Fresh, changeful, constant,
Upward, like thee!

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