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THE FOUNTAIN, 
T know not how it seemed to me, 
Or what my father thought, 
But mother said I’d never be 
A woman, as I ought. 
I know ’tis hard such children wild 
In polished rules to train ; 
And, if I were once more a child, 
I'd 
do just so again. 

The Fountain. 
1 TO 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. 
