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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Fount Of Tears
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All hot and grimy from the road,
    Dust gray from arduous years,
  I sat me down and eased my load
    Beside the Fount of Tears.

  The waters sparkled to my eye,
    Calm, crystal-like, and cool,
  And breathing there a restful sigh,
    I bent me to the pool.

  When, lo! a voice cried: "Pilgrim, rise,
    Harsh tho` the sentence be,
  And on to other lands and skies--
    This fount is not for thee.

  "Pass on, but calm thy needless fears,
    Some may not love or sin,
  An angel guards the Fount of Tears;
    All may not bathe therein."

  Then with my burden on my back
    I turned to gaze awhile,
  First at the uninviting track,
    Then at the water`s smile.

  And so I go upon my way,
    Thro`out the sultry years,
  But pause no more, by night, by day,
    Beside the Fount of Tears.
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