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THE GOOD SAMARITAN.
"And who is my neighbor ?" — Luke x. 29.
WHO bleeds in the desert, faint, naked and torn,
Yon meteor! 'tis ended as soon as begun
Who walks down the path to get tithes for his priest?
It is not the Robber, who plundered and fled; 'Tis a Levite: He turns from the wretched his head.
Who walks in his robes from Jerusalem's halls? Who comes to Samaria from Ilia's walls?
There is pride in his step--there is hate in his eye; There is scorn on his lip as he proudly walks by. 'Tis thy Priest, thou proud city, now splendid and fair;
pass thee, and who shall be
Mount Gerazmin looks on the valleys, that spread On the foot of high Ebal, to Esdrelon's head; The torrent of Kison rolls back through the plain, And Tabor sends out its fresh floods to that main, Which, purpled with fishes, flows rich with the dyes
That flash from their fins, and shine out from their eyes.
How sweet are the streams, but how purer the
That gushes and swells from Samaria's mountain.
To pay at the altar of Gerazmin's shrine,
He sees the poor Hebrew: He stops on the way. - By the side of the wretched 'tis better to pray,
Than to visit the holiest temple, that stands
Would better be poured on the sufferer's wound; For no incense more sweetly, more purely can rise
From the altars of earth to the throne of the skies, No libation more rich can be offered below, Than that, which is tendered to anguish and wo. Connecticut Mirror.
THY neighbor? It is he whom thou
Whose aching heart or burning brow
Thy neighbor? 'T is the fainting poor,
Whom hunger sends from door to door,-
Thy neighbor? 'Tis that weary man
Bent low with sickness, cares and pain :-
Thy neighbor? 'T is the heart bereft
Thy neighbor? yonder toiling slave,
Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Oh, pass not, pass not heedless by ;
MARY AT THE FEET OF JESUS.
"And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word."— Luke x. 39.
OH! blest beyond all daughters of the earth! What were the Orient's thrones to that low seat, Where thy hush'd spirit drew celestial birth? Mary! meek listener at the Saviour's feet!
No feverish cares to that divine retreat
So deep and still in its transparent rest,
THE PRODIGAL SON.
"I will arise and go unto my father."-Luke xv. 18.
WANDERER, amid the snares
Of Time's uncertain way,
Of thousand nameless fears the sport,
Of countless ills the
stranger 'mid the land