BENEATH a green and mossy bank There flows a clear and fairy stream; There the pert squirrel oft has drank, And thought, perhaps, 't was made for him. Their pitchers there the labourers fill, As drop by drop the crystals flow, Singing their silvery welcome still To all who to the fountain go. Then to the river on it glides, Its tributary drop to bear; Its modest head a moment hides, Then rises up and sparkles there. The touching lesson on my heart Falls like the gentle dews of heaven, Bids me with humble love impart The little treasure God has given. For from a source as small as this Full many a cup of joy may flow, And on the stream of human bliss Its little ray of gladness throw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES |