Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Silent he gazed, and with troubled eye,
On the jets as they blinding] y played ;
Then to earth cast the crock with a penitent sigh,
And with forehead uplifted he said,
" How have I sinned, O thou Giver of good !
That this day thou dost water deny ?
Must I wash then with sand like the pilgrim on road,
When he prays where no well-spring is nigh ? "
Scarce had he spoke when a crystal tide
Bathed his brow with its fresh'ning spray !
And the flow of that fountain shall never be dried !
'Tis the 'Well of the Poor' to this day !
Amen ! be the life of the living contrition !
The bed of the dying, the bed of submission !
