Classic Poem

It flowed, like light, from the voice of God
Silent and calm and fair;
It shone where the child and the parent trod,
In the soft and evening air.

" Look at that spring, my father dear,
Where the white blossoms fell:
Why is it always bright and clear?
And why, the Lady's Well?"

" Once on a time, my own sweet child,
There dwelt across the sea
A lovely Mother, meek and mild,
From blame and blemish free.

" And Mary was her blessed name,
In every land adored:
Its very sound deep-love should claim,
From all who love their Lord.

" A Child was hers — a heavenly birth,
As pure as pure could be:
He had no father of the earth,
The Son of God was he.

" He came down to her from above,
He died upon the cross:
We ne'er can do for him, my love,
What he hath done for us.

" And so, to make his praise endure,
Because of Jesus' fame,
" Our fathers called things bright and pure
By his fair Mother's name.

" She is the Lady of the Well —
Her memory was meant,
With lily and with rose to dwell,
By waters innocent."