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Of all the fountains that poets sing,—

Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring;

Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth;

Wells with bottoms of doubtful truth;

In short, of all the springs of Time

That ever were flowing in fact or rhyme,

That ever were tasted, felt, or seen,—