Annals of our ancestors; one hundred and fifty years of history in the ...

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Faint vvitli heat anil thirst He asks
Water from that ancient well,
And His uncomplaining voice
Hidden sorrows may not tell;
But He asks as charity
What to all men should be free.
But the proud Samaritan
Answered with indignant scorn:
"Dost thou ask a drink of me?
Thou an enemy wast born;
And a Jew can never claim
Favor of Samaritan!"
Jesus mildly interposed:
"Hadst thou known the power of God —
Hadst thou known who talks to thee
By this weary, thirsty road —
Thou hadst asked and I would give
Waters evermore that live!"
Proud and beautiful she stands,
Stooping o'er that ancient well.
And upon her listening ear
Christ's own searching accents fell;
And her pride soon turned to shame
At the kind reproof that came.
All the sins and pain and grief
Of an aimless life of shame
Clearly to her memory rose
With a self-reproving blame.
"Lonely stranger, canst thou be
Prophet, priest and Christ to me?"
Jesus at Samaria's well,
Weak and weary sat alone;
Trembling, faint for meat and drink,
Till the Father's work was done!
He who now in Heaven doth dwell
Lowly sat at Jacob's well!"
While our father wrote much for our religious journals,
he published but little in a form to come down to us, being
mostly in periodicals of years ago. This we regret. He wrote