THE WATER-TAP
Behind the homely tap there is a miracle. A tap is really a singing brook, though we cannot see the sunlight in it, nor hear its song. Though at times even a tap sings! Just an extra turn and there is a song, though not quite so musical as the stream. The cascade in the basin is a miniature waterfall, a little replica of the waterfalls among the hills. The escaping bubbles and the noise of them is a pale reflection of the mountain streams, though, like a plucked flower, it has lost much through the loss of its native setting.
Yet there is something of wonder and of beauty in the waterfall in the basin. You scoop the vrater in your hands under the tap; fresh, cool, clear and sparkling; and there is something sacred there.
Perhaps one needs to have camped on the edge of a desert, sojourning in a thirsty land, fully to realise the mercy and wonder of a common water-tap.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 977, 21 May 1930, Page 16
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167THE WATER-TAP Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 977, 21 May 1930, Page 16
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