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Jacob's Well
Thou prayst not, save when in thy soul thou prayst;Disrobing of thyself to clothe the poor;
The words thy lips shall utter then, thou sayst,
They are as marble, and they shall endure;
Pray always; for on prayer the hungry feed;
Its sound is hidden music to the soul,
From low desires the rising strains shall lead,
And willing captives own thy just controul;
Draw not too often on the gushing spring,
But rather let its own o'erflowings tell,
Where the cool waters rise, and thither bring
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When gushing from within new streams like thine,
Shall bid them ever drink and own its source divine.
Poem No. 689; fall 1838–summer 1839
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