THE FOUNTAIN. 
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Ever in motion, 
Blithesome and cheery, 
Still climbing heavenward, 
Never a-weary. 
Glad of all weathers, 
Still seeming best; 
Upward or downward, 
Motion thy rest. 
Full of a naturo 
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 constants. 
Upward like thee. 
