O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;
It flows for rich and poor the same.
Then go thy way, remembering still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in his name.
More verses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Poetic Aphorisms. (From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau)
- Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii.
- Renouveau. (From The French)
- From The Spanish Cancioneros
- In The Harbour: Sundown