The Mountain Spring And Other Poems

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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
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.

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!
LOVE
_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.
By faith in him, we all may see
In realms of light above,
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
But inward chill thy bosom froze,

Made thee deny with falsehood bold
Thy Lord and Master to his foes.

When we find cheer at Satan's fires
The world is there to work us
harm,
To deaden all our pure desires
With its deceitful lure and

charm.
Peter, the voice of chanticleer
Fulfilled what Christ had prophesied;

And oh, that pitying look sincere
From him whom thou hadst just
denied!
Thy burst of penitential grief!
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