In weariness and pain!

Her life he questioned now;

Revealed her history.

She must have blushed. How could he know?

Here was a mystery!

Abashed she now replied,

"Thou art a prophet, sir!"

And straightway sought with clannish pride

Instruction's voice to hear;

Instruction that will bless

The world each passing day,

For every spot man's feet may press,

There may he praise and pray.

The woman lent her ear,

Then urged Messiah's plea.

Amazing words she now doth hear,

"I that speak unto thee am he."

What joy! The angels too

Must share it from above.

She left her water-pot, and flew

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