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Title: The Mountain Spring And Other Poems

Author: Nannie R. Glass

Release Date: February 18, 2005 [EBook #15101]

Language: English

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_The Mountain Spring and Other Poems_

BY

NANNIE R. GLASS

BOSTON

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

BARTIMAEUS

ZACCHAEUS

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.

The forest skirted to the edge
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.

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?

This query woke a voice within--
Why slight the spring of God's great love,
That fount th