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The Mountain Spring and Other Poems
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The Mountain Spring and Other Poems
BY
NANNIE R. GLASS
BOSTON
SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
1913
SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
1913
TO THE MEMORY OF HER PARENTS, WHO KEPT THEIR ALTAR FIRES BURNING, THE AUTHOR AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATES THIS LITTLE BOOK
CONTENTS
THE MOUNTAIN SPRING
GO WANDER
LOVE
THE LILIES
TELL PETER
THE SLEET
ANSWERED
ALONE
NO OTHER
WEALTH
THE CAPTIVES
THE LIVING WATER
JESUS INTERCEDES
EVE'S FLOWERS
COME UNTO ME
NOVEMBER
THE TRAVELERS
DAYBREAK
GONE
AWAKE!
"ABIDE WITH US"
O BETHLEHEM!
RING THE BELLS
THE DESERT SPRING
MUSINGS
BARTIMÆUS
ZACCHÆUS
APRIL
BETHLEHEM
NATURE'S LESSON
THE MIGRATORY SWANS
MINISTERING WOMEN
THAT JEWISH LAD
IN SINCERITY
THEY'RE COMING!
THE MOUNTAIN SPRING AND OTHER POEMS
THE MOUNTAIN SPRING
And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.—Revelation 22:17.
I wandered down a mountain road,
Past flower and rock and lichen gray,
Alone with nature and her God
Upon a flitting summer day.
Past flower and rock and lichen gray,
Alone with nature and her God
Upon a flitting summer day.
The forest skirted to the edge
Of Capon river, Hampshire's gem,
Which, bathing many a primrose ledge,
Oft sparkled like a diadem.
Of Capon river, Hampshire's gem,
Which, bathing many a primrose ledge,
Oft sparkled like a diadem.
At length a silvery spring I spied,
Gurgling through moss and fern along,
Waiting to bless with cooling tide
All who were gladdened by its song.
Gurgling through moss and fern along,
Waiting to bless with cooling tide
All who were gladdened by its song.
Oh, who would pass with thirsting lip
And burning brow, this limpid wave?
Who would not pause with joy and sip?
Its crystal depths who would not crave?
And burning brow, this limpid wave?
Who would not pause with joy and sip?
Its crystal depths who would not crave?
This query woke a voice within—
Why slight the spring of God's great love,
That fount that cleanseth from all sin,
Our purchase paid by Christ above?
Why slight the spring of God's great love,
That fount that cleanseth from all sin,
Our purchase paid by Christ above?