The Song of our Syrian Guest | Page 3

meaning. You think here of quietly flowing streams; so you get one
more picture of rest; but you miss one of the finest scenes in shepherd
life and one of the rarest blessings of the soul that is led of God. All
through the day's roaming the shepherd keeps one thing in mind. He
must lead his flock to a drinking-place. The refreshment of good water
makes the coveted hour of all the day; the spot where it is found amid
the rough, waterless hills and plains is the crowning token of the
shepherd's unfailing thoughtfulness. When at last the sheep are led
'beside the still waters,' how good it is, after the dust and heat of the
sheep-walks!
"Would you get the shepherd meaning here? Then remember that
streams are few in the shepherd country of Bible lands. The shepherds
do not rely on them. Even where streams are found, their beds and
banks are usually broken and their flow rough. Sheep are timid and fear
a current of water, as they well may for they are easily carried down
stream because of their wool."
"Poor things, how do they ever get a good drink?" exclaimed one of the
two little maids, whose heart was always open lovingly to animals.

"The shepherd sees to that, doesn't he?" said the other timidly, with
earnest eyes set on our guest.
His face beamed with winsome relish of these tributes to his success.
"Yes, the sheep would indeed have a hard time finding water to drink,
were it not that the shepherd sees to that."
The playfulness faded from his eyes and the shadow of manhood's
years was there as he said to me: "Brother, you and I have learned how
much is in that question and answer. How would we get the
refreshment we need in the rough world, if the Shepherd did not see to
that? But he does, he does!"
His face brightened again as he turned to the four blue eyes across the
table.
"Shall I tell you how the shepherd sees to it that the sheep have a good
drink every day? Listen:
"There are wells and fountains all through the vast regions where the
flocks roam, and in some parts there are cisterns, though the sheep like
the living water best. The shepherds know where these drinking-places
are all through the treeless country where streams are few. It is a fine
sight to see the shepherds bring their flocks '_beside the still waters_' at
some well or fountain, while the wide, silent country over which they
and many other sheep have wandered, spreads all around them, and the
full expanse of the sky arches over them.
"The shepherd makes a certain sound; all his sheep lie down and are
quiet. Then he fills the drinking-troughs. The bubbling of the fountain,
or the current, if it be by a stream, is no longer there to trouble the
sheep. They can drink now undisturbed. This is the delicate meaning of
that word 'still.' As the Hebrew words put it, 'He leadeth beside the
waters of quietness.'
"Then the waiting sheep hear a whistle or a call. They never
misunderstand; they know their shepherd's voice and never respond to
the wrong shepherd if several flocks have come up together. And
strangest of all, the sheep come up by groups; the shepherd makes them
understand. So in groups he leads them until they stand 'beside the still
waters.' And, oh, how they drink, with the shepherd standing near!"
After a pause, with a far-off look in his eyes, he said, "It is a beautiful
scene, so beautiful that St. John has used it in picturing heaven." A
smile broke over his face as he quoted: "'The Lamb that is in the midst

of the throne shall be their shepherd, and shall guide them unto
fountains of waters of life.'"
No one spoke as he sat turning his teacup. A tear started from his
dropped eyes. Presently he seemed to recall himself.
"But I must tell you one more scene that comes to my memory
whenever I read the words, 'he leadeth me beside the still waters_.' It
would make a beautiful picture if some one would paint it.
"Up in the mountainsides of Lebanon, where my kinsmen have long
been shepherds, often there are no regular drinking-places, such as the
wells and fountains on the plains. But as the shepherd leads his sheep
over the rough slopes he finds many a spring and sees its rivulet noisily
down a crevice. His sheep need water. They cannot drink from the
leaping little stream. What does he do? He finds a suitable turn or nook
in its course; he walls it up with a little dam and so holds the water till
it forms