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From Punch
The Crystal Fountain
“G
Has my daughter passed this way?
You may know her by her bonnet,
Yellow shawl, and brooch upon it:
Far and near I’ve sought the girl;
I have lost her in the whirl.
Do you think she yonder goes,
Where the Crystal Fountain flows?”
Whatsomdever’s lost is found:
Rest quite heasy in your mind,—
I your daughter soon will find!
Though she’s got to forrin lands,
Hicy-burgs or Hegypt’s sands,
Still, depend on ’t, soon she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!
Her, or them there flowers in wax.
May be she has got hup-stairs
In among they heasy-chairs,
And like Gulliver is sleeping
Where them Lillipushums ’s creeping:
But she’ll wake, and then she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!
She may stop a bit in Spain,
Smelling of them Porto snuffs,
Looking at the Turkish stuffs;
Or if warm, a Chiny fan,
Offered by the Tartar man,
Will refresh her as she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!
Little watches, chains, and rings;
Or mayhap, ma’am, she may stray
Where the monster horgans play;
Or the music of all sorts,
Great and small pianny-forts,
May detain her as she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!
Of a patent henvelope
To take home,—and if she’s able,
Try to see the Roman table;
Or insist on one peep more
At the sparkling Koh-hi-nore:
Then, the chance is, on she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!”
You’re the man to have an eye
Over such a place as this,
And to find a straying Miss!
Pray, good man, my daughter tell,
When she hears them ring the bell,
I shall find her, if she goes
Where the Crystal Fountain flows!”