Title : It Was the Road to Jericho
Author : Annie F. Johnston
Illustrator : John R. Neill
Release date
: August 9, 2012 [eBook #40462]
Most recently updated: November 3, 2019
Language : English
Credits
: Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
produced from images generously made available by The
Internet Archive)
Annie
Author of
The
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It was the road to Jericho,
And brave indeed the man Who went alone and waited not To join the caravan. |
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For robber hoards swooped down the cliffs
Like eagles on their prey, And mercy was not known to them, Theirs but to kill and slay. |
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Along the road to Jericho
A man went riding by, He heard a groan of mortal pain, He heard a piercing cry. |
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He got him down from off his beast,
He found the one who bled, The thieves had bruised and beaten him And left him well nigh dead |
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(The Levite and the priest had passed,
The calls to them were vain). He bound his wounds. With oil and wine He eased the grevious pain. |
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Then to the inn he carried him
And paid the keeper's price, As one who does a deed for love, Nor counts it sacrifice. |
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Lo, as he passed upon his way,
His robe it showed a stain— Two red marks on his white sleeve, where The bleeding head had lain. |
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One, made in pity when he stooped
To lift the wounded up, The other, when in love he bent To offer him the cup. |
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Two red, red lines which made a cross,
And marked him as the man Whose name is, till the end of time "The good Samaritan." |
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The World pressed toward its Jericho,
The goal of its desire— Its marts, its pleasures and its shrines Its dreams of great empire. |
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A hoard of gold it bore along
To barter and to buy. But on the road, by thieves beset, It, too, was left to die. |
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The Son of God came down that way
To succour and to save, To bind its wounds, to heal its sin To lift it from the grave. |
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Lo! He too, went upon His way
When He had paid the price. Marked by the red red lines that make The Cross of Sacrifice. |
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Where all the woe of all the world
Upon His heart had lain And all the sin of earth pressed sore There gleamed that double stain. |
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And now we cannot name His name
Who is the Lord of Heaven, Without a thought of that symbol By love and pity given. |
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Now onward to our Jericho
We press with bated breath. For evil grows the way, and dark. On every hand stalks death. |
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The robber hoards that strip and slay
Take more than gold, forsooth, They kill our holiest of Hopes— They take all Love—all Youth! |
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They smite the mother and the maid—
The babe that cries unfed, And little children, sore afraid Sob in the night for bread |
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Oh, who shall staunch such world-wide woe—
Such universe of pain? And who has oil and wine enough? And must they cry in vain? |
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Nay! On the road to Jericho
There be a million now, Who bear Christ's pity in their hearts, His sign upon their brow. |
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And millions more shall follow them
To bind and to restore. Till all the highway is made safe And war shall be no more. |
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Now God give grace to all who hear
And may His love suffice To blaze upon each heart each day The Cross of Sacrifice |
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
The original text spelled "grievous" as "grevious." This was retained so as to not change the poem's meter.
The original text had the contraction for "it is" (it's) in place of every possessive "its." This was corrected.