158 THE FOUNTAIN. I know not how it seemed to me, A woman, as I ought. I know 'tis hard such children wild And, if I were once more a child, I'd The Fountain. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Whiter than snow, When the winds blow. Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day. Anon. THE FOUNTAIN. Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never a-weary. Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Ever the same. Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element. Glorious Fountain ! Let my heart be Fresh, changeful constant, Upward like thee. 159 Song of the Flower Angels. E tend the flowers of every hue, WE Mrs. Hale. But love the red, the white, the blue- The red is Love's sweet blushing hue, And white is fair as Faith to view, And Truth is imaged in the blue Red, and white, and blue; Where Faith is free, and Love is true, In Eastern lands the seed we cast, Sweet Love was lost in Passion's fires From idol-worship Faith retires And Truth by despot's power expires,- All faded, perished, where they grew, SONG OF THE FLOWER ANGELS. Then to the Western World we came, Red, and white, and blue. Love, and Faith, and Truth, were sown For Freedom, eagle-pinioned, flew, To bear the red, and white, and blue. Now in a banner, fair to see, The hues are twined in Trinity, Red, and white, and blue: The red and white, like flowers of light, Shall have a guard of angels true, Who love the red, and white, and blue. 161 |