Text: Edgar Allan Poe (?), Literary, Broadway Journal (New York), September 6, 1845, vol. 2, no. 9, p. ???, col. ?

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THE KNICKERBOCKER for September, has a remarkably pleasant appearance, and abounds in good things; which no one can better supply than its editor — when he feels “in the vein.” We notice especially, among the contributed papers, some very sweet “Lines to my Wife” by one of our finest poets, Albert Pike; “The Dead Man's Sermon” by Pequot, (whoever is Pequot) and a “Glimpse into Fairy Land” by Miss S. M. Partridge. We venture to quote “The Fountain of Youth” by Mrs. Mary E. Hewitt.

‘Tis said of old a fountain lay

Hid in the forest, faraway;

A magic fount it was, in sooth,

Where he who stooped above the brink,

And laved his brow, and bent to drink,

Though he were bowed with years before,

The semblance of unchanging youth

Thenceforth would wear forevermore.

But he alone hath reached the goal,

Who, turning from the world aside,

‘Mid the green places of the soul,

Hath sought the pure, life-giving tide

That wells with faith, and love and truth,

The fountain of perpetual youth.