The Fountain Of Youth
I'Tis a woodland enchanted
By no sadder
Than blackbirds and thrushes,
That whistle to cheer
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I'Tis a woodland enchanted
By no sadder
Than blackbirds and thrushes,
That whistle to cheer
The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
A
LE OF
HE
DE
OW deep within each human heart,
A thousand treasured feelings lie;
Things precious, delicate, apart,
Too sensitive for human eye