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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Saviour And The Samaritan Woman At The Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close beside the crystal waters of Jacob’s far-famed well,<br>Whose dewy coolness gratefully upon the parched air fell,<br>Reflecting back the bright hot heavens within its waveless breast,<br>Jesus, foot-sore and weary, had sat Him down to rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone was He—His followers had gone to Sichar near,<br>Whose roofs and spires rose sharply against the heavens clear,<br>For food which Nature craveth, whate’er each hope or care,<br>And which, though Lord of Nature, He disdained not to share. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thus He calmly waited, came a woman to the well,<br>With water vase poised gracefully, and step that lightly fell,<br>One of Samaria’s daughters, most fair, alas! but frail,<br>Her dark locks bound with flowers instead of modest, shelt’ring veil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No thought of scornful anger within His bosom burned,<br>Nor, with abhorrent gesture, His face from her He turned;<br>But as His gaze of purity dwelt on her, searching, meek,<br>Her bright eyes fell, and blushes hot burned on her brow and cheek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told her with a gentleness, by God-like pity nursed,<br>Of wond’rous living fountains at which to slake her thirst;<br>That those whose lips, thrice blessed, should a draught from them obtain,<br>Despite earth’s toils and troubles, would ne’er know thirst again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spoke, too, of the frailties which her womanhood had marred,<br>That priceless crown which, she, alas! had sadly failed to guard,<br>No word of bold denial did that woman dare to plan—<br>She felt that He who spoke with her was more than mortal man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the twelve disciples returned, their errand done,<br>They wondered at His converse with that lost and erring one,<br>But still they asked no question, while she, with thoughtful mien,<br>Returned to tell her friends at home of all that she had seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not only for that daughter of Samaria’s hot clime—<br>Child of an ancient people, of a by-gone faith and time—<br>Was meant the exhortation that from His lips then fell,<br>But for His Christian children, for us, to-day, as well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us, still pure and sparkling, those living waters flow<br>Of which He told Samaria’s child long centuries ago:<br>Forgetting thoughts of earthly pride, and hopes of worldly gain,<br>Seek we but once of them to drink—we’ll never thirst again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Whose dewy coolness gratefully upon the parched air fell,
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Jesus, foot-sore and weary, had sat Him down to rest. 

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