THE WASTED FOUNTAINS.
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It has wrongs that may be righted,—
Noble deeds that may be done;—
Its great battles are unfought,
Its great triumphs are unwon.
Noble deeds that may be done;—
Its great battles are unfought,
Its great triumphs are unwon.
There is rising from its troubled deeps,
A low, unceasing moan;
There are aching, there are breaking
Other hearts besides thine own.
A low, unceasing moan;
There are aching, there are breaking
Other hearts besides thine own.
From strong limbs, that should be chainless,
There are fetters to unbind;
There are words to raise the fallen;
There is sight to give the blind.
There are fetters to unbind;
There are words to raise the fallen;
There is sight to give the blind.
There are crushed and broken spirits,
That electric thoughts may thrill;
Lofty dreams to be embodied,
By the might of one strong will.
That electric thoughts may thrill;
Lofty dreams to be embodied,
By the might of one strong will.
There are God and Truth above thee,—
Wilt thou languish in despair?
Tread thy griefs beneath thy feet,—
Scale the walls of Heaven by prayer.
Wilt thou languish in despair?
Tread thy griefs beneath thy feet,—
Scale the walls of Heaven by prayer.
