"A CUP OF COLD WATER"

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Come , brother, thirsting in a barren land,
Drink from this flowing stream where now I drink;
Turn not in sorrow, faint not, give thy hand,
Pause not from pride upon the very brink;
Drink, brother, drink, and on thy knees with joy,
Pray ne'er again that earthly thirst annoy.

Look, brother, look! What wonder here is wrought!
Seest thou green fields where desert did appear?
'Twas not in vain thy steps were hither brought,
Though till this moment all seemed waste and drear:
'Twas but the film of sense before thine eye,
And ever, brother, fruitful fields were nigh.

So let us, brother, turn away from sense,
And look with inward eye at Truth's fair realm:
Aye, in that moment is our recompense
When error's phantoms seem to overwhelm,
For, humbly trusting, knowing Love is All,
Within an instant shall gloom's mantle fall.

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