Gushing from this living fountain, Music pours a falling strain, As the Goddess of the Mountain Comes with all her sparkling train. From her grotto-springs advancing, Glittering in her feathery spray, Woodland fays beside her dancing, She pursues her winding way.

Gently o'er the ripling water, In her coral-shallop bright, Glides the rock-king's dove-eyed daughter, Deck'd in robes of virgin white. Nymphs and Naiads, sweetly smiling, Urge her back with pearly hand, Merrily the sylph beguiling From the nooks of fairy land.

Swimming on the snow-curled billow, See the river spirits fair, Lay their cheeks, as on a pillow, With the foam beads in their hair. Thus attended, hither wending, Floats the lovely Oread now, Eden's arch of promise bending Over her translucent brow.

300 CELEBRATION OP THE Hail the wanderer from a far-land! Bind her flowing tresses up! Crown her with a fadeless garland, And with crystal brim the cup. From her haunts of deep seclusion, Let Intemp'rance greet her too, And the heat of his delusion Sprinkle with this mountain-dew.

Water leaps as if delighted, While her conquered foes retire! Pale Contagion flies affrighted With the baffled demon, Fire! Safety dwells in her dominions, Health and Beauty with her move, And entwine their circling pinions In a sisterhood of love.

Water shouts a glad hosanna! Bubbles up the Earth to bless! Cheers it like the precious manna, In the barren Wilderness, Here we wondering gaze, assembled Like the grateful Hebrew band, When the hidden fountain trembled, And obeyed the Prophet's wand.