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The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.

The hermit knelt before the fountains, 
And filled his glagons to the brim; 
He thanked the Lord for all his bounty, 
And sang a solemn, grateful hymn. 
He drank from one, and felt a shiver 
Of life run through his aged veins; 
He drank from two, and felt a quiver 
Of death that chilled his bones and brains. 
He knew the secret of the waters, 
The gift and curse they both bestowed; 
He chose to share his fate with others, 
And took the glagons down the road.

The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.

The hermit knelt before the fountains, 
And filled his glagons to the brim; 
He thanked the Lord for all his bounty, 
And sang a solemn, grateful hymn. 
He drank from one, and felt a shiver 
Of life run through his aged veins; 
He drank from two, and felt a quiver 
Of death that chilled his bones and brains. 
He knew the secret of the waters, 
The gift and curse they both bestowed; 
He chose to share his fate with others, 
And took the glagons down the road.

А после этого его можно попросить нарисовать картинку к стихам. Неплохо получается.

The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.

The hermit knelt before the fountains, 
And filled his glagons to the brim; 
He thanked the Lord for all his bounty, 
And sang a solemn, grateful hymn. 
He drank from one, and felt a shiver 
Of life run through his aged veins; 
He drank from two, and felt a quiver 
Of death that chilled his bones and brains. 
He knew the secret of the waters, 
The gift and curse they both bestowed; 
He chose to share his fate with others, 
And took the glagons down the road.

The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.

The hermit knelt before the fountains, 
And filled his glagons to the brim; 
He thanked the Lord for all his bounty, 
And sang a solemn, grateful hymn. 
He drank from one, and felt a shiver 
Of life run through his aged veins; 
He drank from two, and felt a quiver 
Of death that chilled his bones and brains. 
He knew the secret of the waters, 
The gift and curse they both bestowed; He chose to share his fate with others, 
And took the glagons down the road.

The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.

The hermit knelt before the fountains, And filled his glagons to the brim; He thanked the Lord for all his bounty, And sang a solemn, grateful hymn. He drank from one, and felt a shiver Of life run through his aged veins; He drank from two, and felt a quiver Of death that chilled his bones and brains. He knew the secret of the waters, The gift and curse they both bestowed; He chose to share his fate with others, And took the glagons down the road.

The hermit knelt beside the springs,
And filled his vessels to the brim;
He thanked the Lord for all His things,
And sang a solitary hymn.
He did not know the hidden power
That dwelled within the living water;
He did not heed the warning signs
That marked the fountains' sacred border.

He drank a sip to quench his thirst,
And felt a sudden change within;
His limbs grew weak, his vision blurred,
His mind was seized by unknown sin.
He dropped the glagons on the ground,
And staggered to his humble cell;
He locked the door and made no sound,
But in his heart he heard a knell.