O LIVING, living water, So busy and so bright, Aye flashing in the morning beams, And sounding through the night; O golden-shining water -- Would God that I might be A vocal message from His mouth Into the world, like thee! O merry, merry water, Which nothing e'er affrays; And as it pours from rock to rock Nothing e'er stops or stays; But past cool heathery hollows And gloomy pools it flows; Past crags that fain would shut it in Leaps through -- and on it goes. O fresh'ning, sparkling water, O voice that's never still, Though winter lays her dead-white hand On brae and glen and hill; Though no leaf's left to flutter In woods all mute and hoar, Yet thou, O river, night and day Thou runnest evermore. No foul thing can pollute thee; Thy swiftness casts aside All ill, like a good heart and true, However sorely tried. O living, living water, So fresh and bright and free -- God lead us through this changeful world Forever pure, like thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER |