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Project Gutenberg's The Mountain Spring And Other Poems, by Nannie R. Glass This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Mountain Spring And Other Poems Author: Nannie R. Glass Release Date: February 18, 2005 [EBook #15101] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MOUNTAIN SPRING *** Produced by Ted Garvin, and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team. 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 BARTIMÆUS ZACCHÆUS 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.

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Project Gutenberg's The Mountain Spring And Other Poems, by Nannie R. Glass
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Title: The Mountain Spring And Other Poems
Author: Nannie R. Glass
Release Date: February 18, 2005 [EBook #15101]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MOUNTAIN SPRING ***

Produced by Ted Garvin, and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team.

The Mountain Spring and Other
smeoPYBNANNIE R. GLASS
BOSTON
SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
3191

ATLOT ATRH E FIMREEMS OBRUY RNOIFN GH, ETR HEP AARUETNHTOS,R WAHFFO ECKETIPOTN ATTHEELIYR
DEDICATES THIS LITTLE BOOK

THE MOUNTAIN SPRING
GO WANDER
EVOL

CONTENTS

TTEHLEL L IPLEIETSER
TAHNES WSLEEREETD
ENOLANWOE AOLTTHHER
THE CAPTIVES
TJEHSE ULSIV IINNTGE RWCAETDEERS
CEVOEM'ES FULNOTWO EMRES
NOVEMBER
TDHAEY BTRREAAVKELERS
AGOWNAEKE!
"OA BBEIDTEH LWEITHHE MU!S"
TRIHNEG D TEHSEE BRTE LSLPSRING
MUSINGS
ZBAACRCTIHMÆÆUUSS
LIRPANBAETTHULREE'HSE LMESSON
TMIHNEI SMTIEGRRIANTGO WRYO MSEWNANS
ITNH SAITN CJEERWIITSYH LAD
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 that cleanseth from all sin,
Our purchase paid by Christ above?
Whoever will may drink! Oh, why,
Worn toilers in this earthly strife,
Reject a mansion in the sky,
Reject heaven's bliss and endless life?

GO WANDER

Go, wander, little book,
Nor let thy wand'ring cease;
May all who on these pages look
From sin find sweet release,
Through Christ, God's holy son,
Who left his throne in heaven
And e'en death's anguish did not shun
That we might be forgiven.
How should our thoughts and deeds
Exalt this mighty friend,
Who died, yet lives and intercedes
And loves us to the end!

LEVO

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift
of God.
—Ephesians 2:8.
Christ might have called the angels down
To bear him safe above,
To shield his brow from sorrow's crown,
From death's cold blight, and bitter frown,
Had it not been for love.
Our glorious King, our Prince of Peace,
Has left his throne above
To give our souls from sin release,

To make our pain and anguish cease,
And all because of love.
IBn yr feaailthm isn ohfi limg, hwt ea baollv em,ay see
Through streams of blood on Calvary,
A joyful immortality;—
The purchase price was love.

THE LILIES

Consider the lilies.
—Luke 2:27.
Emblems of Christ our Lord,
Roses and lilies fair,
These flowers in His word,
His glory seem to share.
The lilies of the field,
Sweet teachers of the soul,
Which will their lessons yield
Long as the seasons roll,
They neither toil nor spin,
Exist without a care,
And yet no earthly king can win
A garb so chaste and rare.
Frozen, they burst to life,
To nature's minstrelsy—
A resurrection type
Of immortality.

TELL PETER

And Simon Peter stood and warmed himself.
—John 18:25.
Peter, it was not outward cold
BMuat dien wthaered cdheinlly t hwyi tbh ofsalosme hfrooozde ,bold
Thy Lord and Master to his foes.
TWhhee nw owrled f iins dt hcehree etro awt oSrakt auns' sh afirrme,s
To deaden all our pure desires
With its deceitful lure and charm.
Peter, the voice of chanticleer
AFunldfi lloehd, twhahta pt itCyihrnigs tl ohoakd spirnocpehreesied;
TFrhoy mb uhrismt owf hpoemni ttehnotui ahl agdrisetf !just denied!

Heaven those tears did surely send.
Tears give the burdened heart relief;
Dry anguish may its tendrils rend.
Sin soon will crucify our Lord,
Thy sin, and all the world's beside.
He gave himself, the Living Word,
Our shelter from God's wrath to hide.
Had all the seraphs pens to write
Such love upon the boundless sky,
Angelic powers could not indite
Its greatness while the ages fly.
The hour is hastening. God has willed
That Christ should through his own decree
Abolish death and have fulfilled
Our blood-bought immortality.
And when the awful tomb he rent,
When freed from every earthly thrall,
"Tell Peter" was the message sent;
"Tell Peter"—'tis love's tender call.
Peter was martyr to his faith;
His rock, God's son whom he denied;
This faith the key that unlocks death
To realms where joy and peace abide.
"Tell Peter!" Honey drops of love,
Awaking all the choirs of heaven!
"Tell Peter"—angels from above
Shout, "Hear, O earth, and be forgiven!"

THE SLEET

Regal the earth seems with diamonds today,
Gemming all nature in blazing array;
A picture more fairy-like never could be
Than this wonderful icicle filigree.
A crystallized world! What a marvelous sight,
Gorgeous and grand in the March sunlight!
The frost-king magician has changed the spring showers
To turquois and topaz and sapphire bowers.
And what is the lesson we learn from the sleet,
As toiling life's road with wearying feet,
Upward we strive, but failing so oft
In the struggles that bear us aright and aloft?
'Tis this—that the hard breath of winter's chill blast
Alone can this mantle of loveliness cast;
And thus our sharp winds of trial may prove
Angels to weave us bright garments of love.

ANSWERED

Ye realms of beauty from afar,
WWhhaatt issp tehaek myee stso atghee sofa dedaechn esdta sroul?
TAhs uesv dero cyeea asnelsewseslr:y "yWe er odlle?clare
TGoo dc'as sgt loorny ;h iamn dy otou ry eovu e'rtiys cgairvee,n
For he hath wound the clock of heaven."

YOen halol atrhye hcilelsn twurihiecsh o hf taivmee l,ooked down
AHnadv ew fietlht itnhdeiifrf teoreucnhc ew situhboliutm ae ,frown,
What would ye speak, if understood,
'OTfi sli fteh isw:i ttho aallll itths ewy oweosr ka nfodr ilglso?od
Who love the maker of the hills.

Genesis 28:10-22.

ENOLA

The sun had set. He was alone;
HMied l taiwdil ihgish t hsehaadd oupwos nh ae swtoonuled rest.
To woo sweet slumber for his guest.

HPiesr hruagpgs ewdi tbhiend twhoass ec omlidd naingdh tc hhiollu,rs
BHuet kwnreawp pneod dina nDgreera, fmellta nndo' isl l.mystic powers,

AA nvigseilosn wine rhei ss tderpepainmgs tao papneda frreod!
AUipdoend ath leaidr dmeirn iwsthriyc hb,e luoprwe.ared,

AWnhda tt hfuetnu rGe oadg seps awkoe uilnd wuonrfdolsd ,which said
TWhaes shoiisl , obny wprhoicphh ehcey mfoardeteo lhdi.s bed

PHree fduirctth tehra th teharrodu tghha th ihso ltryi bveo icweould be
BBlleessssiinnggss iwn hwichhi cahl l atlhl es hwoourlldd rsehjooiuclde ,see.

Through Jacob would the gift be given
Of Jesus to this sinful earth;
God signified within this vision

Glad news of our Redeemer's birth;
TThhaet ssttaarr ooff jBoeyt halenhd epme awcoeu ladn ds hlionvee,,
Our bleeding sacrifice divine
To cleanse our hearts, our guilt remove.
If faith and praise in us abound
THiosw warodr dI sdraecell'asr eGso tdh, eayn cgaelmsp a arreo nuenadr;
All those who look to him in fear.
SWeheemn eJda choolby ;w aonkde ,h teh en agrmoeudn dh ihs es ttroonde
"Bethel," which means "the house of God."
With heaven so near, was he alone?

NO OTHER
Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under
heaven given among men whereby we must be saved.
—Acts 4:12.
Swiftly we float upon time's tide
Adown the stream of years.
Sometimes past hills of joy we glide,
Sometimes through vales of tears.
Age follows youth, which, ere we know,
Has vanished like a dream,
And takes its glamour from the glow
Of mem'ry's silvery gleam.
There is no halt; and more and more
There seems an open sea
Reaching us with its ceaseless roar—
It is eternity.
There is one Pilot that we need,
One who can safely steer,
One who at heaven's court can plead,
And all our journey cheer.
'Tis Jesus Christ; and all who see
In him the truth, the way,
Are in possession of the key
To heaven's eternal day.

WEALTH
He heapeth up riches and knoweth not who shall gather them.
—Psalm 39:6.

BO ust oleuln,t itt oi st hneoet tihni tnreu,st
TSheactu trheod uf romma y'msto tmh aakned Gruosdt'.s glory shine,

ETxhcoeu pct aans' stth noout dtaokset goinvee mite
AWnhde rwe ahfte ita ivne tnh'se ggloolrideesn l liivgeh.t

TGho el ohoukn fgorry t haonsd et hine cnoeledd.—
KWihnidc hw yoiredlsd athnedi ra fcrtuiiotsn so fa rgeo ltdh.e seed

KGinvoew tloe tdhgee hoef aCthherins t woourrl dLord;
SPreanyd t fhoartt hh,i sh ibs apnrinceerl ebse su wnfourrdl.ed;

AHne dl iivnetedr fcoer duess aanbdo vdiee.d,
HRiesd beleoomds, uas sbayc rhifiisc ilaolv tei.de,

"TBhaer bwaisriea na,n bdo tnhde aunndw ifrseee",—
'STiasl voautiros nt'os gbilvoeo da-nbdo tuhgehitr sp rtioz es.ee

We know not 'neath the sky
BWuht oi'fl l wgea ltahye ri t ouf po uorn shtiogreh,,
'Tis ours forevermore.

Psalm 137.

THE CAPTIVES

CWaep thivuensg boyu r Bhaabrepls' so lin mwpiilldo swtrse tahmerse,;
WWaekpit nogv eorr sZlieoen;p ianngd, sohuer ddried asmhsa,re.

Our victors, with their battle arms,
RDeerqiudiered,d j emeirrtehd, , daivnedr ssicoonr'ns ecdh aorumr tse,ars;
To thus allay their guilty fears.

""SYienag, usisn ag suos nogn" ei so ft hZeiior nd'se smoanngds,!"
THoo ww hcaatn t oo uurs vaoincde sG tohdu bs eelxopnagns?d

SHuorwro cuannd ewde boyn i tdhoilsa thrye,athen shore,
STihnagn saolln tghse tirh agtl itutentrion gu sp aargee amnotrrye?

Jerusalem, should we forget,
JWeer upsraalye omu! r Ohhe, amrtas ya wnde tyoentgues be still!
Worship upon thy holy hill.

BThayb ydlooon, mt'hso fuo raertto tlod ibne pdreosptrhoeycey;d!
TAon dh uhral pthpey eb teo tthhey dmeesatinnsy .employed

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,
Sin-bound, both heart and hand.
With prejudicial pride
She scorned the meek request
Of One who sat the well beside,
With heat and thirst opprest.
"Thou art a Jew," she said,
"And asketh drink of me?
Samaria's daughter was not bred
To deal with such as thee."
She would not yield a sip
E'en if its maker sued,
While he from love, with thirsting lip,
Sought and her heart renewed.
He made her ask for life,
Eternal life through him,
And "living water" was the type
To her perception dim.
O yes! She fain would taste
And never thirst again,
And never cross the burning waste
In weariness and pain!
Her life he questioned now;
Revealed her history.

She must have blushed. How could he know?
Here was a mystery!
"ATbhaosuh eardt sah per onpohwe rt,e spilri!e"d,
And straightway sought with clannish pride
IInnssttrruuccttiioonn' tsh vaot icwiel lt ob lheesasr;
The world each passing day,

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
On feet made swift by love.
Oh, will these tidings last?
This news, it must be spread!
"He knows my present, knows my past;
This is the Christ," she said.
That woman lost in sin
Drank of the living spring,
Then swiftly sped dead souls to win,
And to that fountain bring.
Forbid that we should shrink
To publish grace so free,
For all who will that tide may drink
And live eternally.
They begged that he would stay,
Believed the truths unfurled,
And joyfully received that day
The Saviour of the world.

JESUS INTERCEDES

Seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.
—Hebrews 7:25.
When winding up the path of life,
Sometimes mid thorns, sometimes mid flowers,
Oft weary of its toil and strife,
Oft weary of its wintry hours,
There is one thought than all more sweet
From care my longing heart to free;
'Tis this—oh, wondrous to repeat—
That Jesus intercedes for me.
And always when the path is steep,
I cling unto this wayside rope:
Nothing can give so great relief,
Nothing can give a brighter hope.
'Tis like a stately spreading palm,
Which forms my spirit's canopy,
'Neath which I breathe the soothing balm
That Jesus intercedes for me.
And when I reach the sea of death,
To sail its silent waters o'er,
This thought shall calm my latest breath