“Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.”—LAMENTATIONS iii. 54.

ONE day I wandered where the salt sea-tide
        Backward had drawn its wave,
And found a spring as sweet as e’er hillside
        To wild-flowers gave.
Freshly it sparkled in the sun’s bright look,
        And mid its pebbles strayed,
As if it thought...