The Well

Truth is the rock whose shadow falls
Athwart the scorched and burning sand;
No other rest, no other shade,
In all that weary land.

Shut from the desert's burning airs,
In its cool cleft, green-ferned and still,
Brims the deep crystal well of Life—
O traveler, drink thy fill!

He who hath found this store
Shall thirst again no more.

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