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[V. Faint, bleeding, of his robes bereft]

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Written for the Twentieth Anniversary of the Female Samaritan Society, Boston, October 22d, 1837.

Faint, bleeding, of his robes bereft,
“Ready to perish” by the way,
'Mid craggy wilds by robbers left,
A lonely Jewish traveller lay.
A priest of Judah, passing by,
The sufferer saw, and help denied.
A Levite toward him turned his eye,
And “passed by on the other side.”
A traveller from Samaria came,—
Whose nation's bosom long had burned
With hatred of the Jewish name,—
And toward the wounded stranger turned.
As nearer, on his beast, he drew,
A thrill of pity through him ran;—
He saw not there a hated Jew;
He only saw a suffering man.
He saw him;—from his own scant store
Of oil and wine he filled his cup,
From his own robe a bandage tore,
And bathed his wounds and bound them up;

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On his own beast the sufferer laid,
And to an hospitable shed
Bore him,—for all his nursing paid,
And left him on a grateful bed.
“Go, do thou likewise!” Thus said He,
Who gave the world this touching tale;—
We would do likewise, Lord, till we
Tread, each alone, Death's shadowy vale.