Every life a delight . THE OLD WELL THE OLD WELL I want a drink from the dear old wellAnd of its valued service tell. The well was deep and curbed with stone,And tapped a fountain all its own;It never failed, though streams went dry,To quench the thirst of children came from near and far,By morning light and evening star,With pails and pitchers queer and oldTo bear away the water cold. 125 Every Life A Delight The right to draw was neer refused,Nor was that right by one long decades the dear old wellMaintained its virtues sweet to tell. I wonder now, since far I v

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Every life a delight . THE OLD WELL THE OLD WELL I want a drink from the dear old wellAnd of its valued service tell. The well was deep and curbed with stone,And tapped a fountain all its own;It never failed, though streams went dry,To quench the thirst of children came from near and far,By morning light and evening star,With pails and pitchers queer and oldTo bear away the water cold. 125 Every Life A Delight The right to draw was neer refused,Nor was that right by one long decades the dear old wellMaintained its virtues sweet to tell. I wonder now, since far I ve strolled,Could I but quaff those waters coldAnd hear the windlass, greased with soap,Wind up the rust-browned chain and greetings be the same as then?Would voices sound the same as whenThose boys and girls from far and nearDrew up the water cold and clear? Would they? Well, yes, they would, I think;At any rate, I want that drink. THE HAPPIEST THOUGHT What is the happiest thought you ever knew? When was the

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