Calm on the breast of Loch Maree <br />A little isle reposes; <br />A shadow woven of the oak <br />And willow o'er it closes. <br /> <br />Within, a Druid's mound is seen, <br />Set round with stony warders; <br />A fountain, gushing through the turf, <br />Flows o'er its grassy borders. <br /> <br />And whoso bathes therein his brow, <br />With care or madness burning, <br />Feels once again his healthful thought <br />And sense of peace returning. <br /> <br />O restless heart and fevered brain, <br />Unquiet and unstable, <br />That holy well of Loch Maree <br />Is more than idle fable! <br /> <br />Life's changes vex, its discords stun, <br />Its glaring sunshine blindeth, <br />And blest is he who on his way <br />That fount of healing findeth! <br /> <br />The shadows of a humbled will <br />And contrite heart are o'er it; <br />Go read its legend, 'TRUST IN GOD,' <br />On Faith's white stones before it.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-well-of-loch-maree/
