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 its base, and lovers young and old promenaded affectionately up and down the innumerable groves, stopping now and then to offer each other a draught of the sparkling water that fell so deliciously into the amber cups.

There were no shadows now. All was bright and glorious; sunlight and pleasure reigned supreme. From the clouds unseen singers sang softly to the people as they passed and repassed, and this was the story of their song:—

In a garden stood a fountain,
 * Sparkling in the noon-day sun,

Rising like a crystal mountain—
 * Never ceasing—never done!

Happy children came there playing,
 * Laughing in their frolic glee;

’Mong the flow’rs and brambles straying,
 * Tasting life’s sweet ecstasy.


 * O fountain pure and bright,
 * Dance in the joyous sun;
 * And sparkle in your might,
 * Until all life is done.