The Fountain
In attitude benign the elm holds out
Absolving arms above the great grey stone
That murmurs always in a monotone.
Absolving arms above the great grey stone
That murmurs always in a monotone.
Not as water gushed from the rock when struck
By the Prophet Moses. Here a steady flow
To quench the thirst,—unceasing, clear and slow.
By the Prophet Moses. Here a steady flow
To quench the thirst,—unceasing, clear and slow.
Nineteen-hundred-two, perchance you thought
Of that young immortal poet whose name
Was writ in water, but undying his fame.
Of that young immortal poet whose name
Was writ in water, but undying his fame.
And so you chose your class memorial
Whose liquid tones forever will allude
To you who serving win our gratitude.
Whose liquid tones forever will allude
To you who serving win our gratitude.
