Poem September 18, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Well of Water

MARY LLOYD MC CONNEL

Some poet long ago has likened life
Unto a saddened soul forever
"Dipping buckets into empty wells
And growing old with drawing nothing up."
Let not such deadening creed be mine!
But rather may I prove that Life itself
A crystal fountain is, forever
Yielding up its waters sweet,
In draughts so deep our human
Hearts too shallow seem to plumb
Its depths; yet even with our narrow cup
We lift a sparkling tide unto
Our thirsty lips—and drinking
Thus, are satisfied!

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