The Free Ice-water Fountain

O blessed fountain in the fervid Street, O draught of lite in hot and toiling ways, Unto thy plashing coslness what tíreil feet Come wearily turough sick acd laiuting days! í'rom stiíling tenements the mother bears In fevered arms the fevered, wailing child And as it drinks and siniles she almoet dares To hope forlife, and is f rom grief bpguiled. The children, with unchildish labor sick, Lift not, flushed faces to the dripping brink; The eager worker f rom the very thick Of toiland strife stops gl adly íor a drink, And says, "God bless the crystal water cold!" The summer's water, cooled with winter's ice, For sick and thirsty lips, for young and oíd, And free to all - a gift beyond a price. Some healing angel standeth there, I think, And cries, "Come here!" from out Hfe's ho, turmoil, Stoopslovingly and givos tho children drink, And cools the lips of fever and of toil. It was a blessed thought. Then freely take The cooling cup that has no taint of sin. 'Tis given for humanity's sweet sake; lis one step unward in the niarch we take, And for return shall "thauks and usage" wi".