The Mountain Spring, and Other Poems
"Yea, sing us one of Zion's songs!"

How can our voices thus expand

To what to us and God belongs?

How can we on this heathen shore,

Surrounded by idolatry,

Sing songs that unto us are more

Than all their glittering pageantry?

Jerusalem, should we forget,

We pray our hearts and tongues be still!

Jerusalem! Oh, may we yet

Worship upon thy holy hill.

Babylon, thou art to be destroyed!

Thy doom's foretold in prophecy;

And happy be the means employed

To hurl thee to thy destiny.

THE LIVING WATER

I that speak unto thee am he.—John 4:26.

She left her home that morn

In fair Samaria's land,

All heedless of her state forlorn,


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