The Fountain

Stranger whoe'er thou art, that stoop'st to taste
These sweeter streams, let me arrest thy haste;
Nor of their fall.
The murmurs (though the lyre
Less sweet be) stand to admire:
But as you shall
See from this marble tun
The liquid Crystal run,
And mark withal
How fixed the one abides,
How fast the other glides;
Instructed thus, the difference learn to see
“I wixt mortal life and immortality.

Sherburne.