THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA.
In the hot sun, for water cool
She walked in listless mood:
When back she ran, her pitcher full
Forgot behind her stood.
Like one who followed straying sheep,
A weary man she saw,
- sat upon the well so deep, And nothing had to draw.
"Give me to drink," he said. Her hand
Was ready with reply;
From out the old well of the land
She drew him plenteously.
He spake as never man before;
She stands with open ears;
He spake of holy days in store,
Laid bare the vanished years.
- cannot still her throbbing heart, She hurries to the town,
- cries aloud in street and mart, "The Lord is here: come down."
- life before was strange and sad, A very dreary sound:
- let it go--or good or bad: She has the Master found!