THERE is a fountain, to whose flowery side
 By divers ways the children of the earth
 Turn day and night athirst, to measure forth
 Its sweet pure waters--health, and wealth, and pride,
 Power clad in arms, and wisdom Argus-eyed.
 But one apart from all is seen to stand,
 And take upin the hollow of his hand
 What to their golden vessels is denied;
 Baffling thir utmost reach.  He, born and nursed
 In the glad sound and freshness of that place,               10
 Drinks momently its dews, and feels no thirst:
 While from his bowered grot, or sunny space,
 He sorrows for that troop, as it returns
 Through the wide wilderness with empty urns!