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The Hunter's Well.
Life of this wilderness,
Pure gushing stream,
Dear to the Summer
Is thy murmuring!
Note of the song-bird,
Warbling on high,
Ne'er with my spirit made
Such harmony
As do thy deep waters,
O'er rock, leaf, and flower,
Bubbling and babbling
The long sunny hour!
Tongue of this desert spot,
Spelling sweet tones,
To the mute listeners—
Old mossy stones;
Who ranged these stones near
Thy silver rim,
Guarding the temple
Where rises thy hymn?
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