A FOUNTAIN rusheth upward from God's throne; Its streaming stem we name Eternal Power: Its tossing drops are worlds, that spin and fall, While on their spheres our little human lives Like gleams and shadows swiftly glance and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |