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John Greenleaf Whittier - The Well of Loch Maree
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Calm on the breast of Loch Maree
A little isle reposes;
A shadow woven of the oak
And willow o`er it closes.

Within, a Druid`s mound is seen,
Set round with stony warders;
A fountain, gushing through the turf,
Flows o`er its grassy borders.

And whoso bathes therein his brow,
With care or madness burning,
Feels once again his healthful thought
And sense of peace returning.

O restless heart and fevered brain,
Unquiet and unstable,
That holy well of Loch Maree
Is more than idle fable!

Life`s changes vex, its discords stun,
Its glaring sunshine blindeth,
And blest is he who on his way
That fount of healing findeth!

The shadows of a humbled will
And contrite heart are o`er it;
Go read its legend, "TRUST IN GOD,"
On Faith`s white stones before it.
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