Religion
O Wells and Springs
From The Poets and the Poetry of the Century, ed. Alfred H. Miles
O ye Wells, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify
Him for ever.
Wells and Springs, where'er ye flow,
Bless God with your sweet undersong;
His ceaseless praises bear along,
Rippling and tinkling as ye go:
What though your voice is soft and low,
'Tis musical your flowers among:
O Wells and Springs, where'er ye flow,
Bless God with your sweet undersong.
When fainting with the noonday glow,
Some traveller quaffs you, and is strong;
When under midnight's shining throng
A mirror to some star ye show:
O Wells and Springs, where'er ye flow,
Bless God with your sweet undersong.
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MLA
Wilton, Richard. “O Wells and Springs.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wilton/8/.
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Wilton, Richard. “O Wells and Springs.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wilton/8/.
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