Radiant with his spirit's light
Was the little beauteous child,
Sporting round a fountain bright,
Playing through the flowerets wild.
,
Where they grow he lightly stepped,
Cautious not a leaf to crush;
Then about the fount he leaped,
Shouting at its merry gush.
,
While the sparkling waters welled,
Laughing as they bubbled up,
In his lily hands he held,
Closely clasped, a silver cup.
,
Now he put it forth to fill;
Then he bore it to the flowers,
Through his fingers there to spill
What it held, in m
Was the little beauteous child,
Sporting round a fountain bright,
Playing through the flowerets wild.
,
Where they grow he lightly stepped,
Cautious not a leaf to crush;
Then about the fount he leaped,
Shouting at its merry gush.
,
While the sparkling waters welled,
Laughing as they bubbled up,
In his lily hands he held,
Closely clasped, a silver cup.
,
Now he put it forth to fill;
Then he bore it to the flowers,
Through his fingers there to spill
What it held, in m