Poetry: Going Down To Jericho

Travellers to Jericho Once iniglit pnss the wounded man, Or mghl help him, as you know, I )id the good Smnaritan ; But tho.se c'ays are surely past ! Priesls and Levites, in their pride, Have ordained hy law, at last, All shall pads tbe "other side." Plundered, wounded, sore as then, Fostering in the snn to day, Miilions of our fellow men Lie beside the dusty way. He who, feelingpity move, Sets a suflcrer on "his beas!," Sh 11 himself no pity prove From the Levite or the priest. Angels, in your ctarry heighi, Í laving worlds of worlds in view; Spirite n the world of light, How appears such law to you? Prudence, h this world of ours, Recommends a heart of ice: Say, ye loving, hcavenly powers, Is she vinue? is she vice? Going down to Jericho, From the stifferer shull we draw, Li-st in aid:ng we should go Couiiter io the Levite law1 Shall we take the coward plnn, Never acting as we feel; Helping ne'er a pluudcred man, Lest the law shojld gay, tfYou steal?" Heavenly powers, if it be true, Help lis kindly to belief, That to give thë robbed his due, Is but stenling from the thief: Fell us, if the truih be bo, That Samaritnns now ride, Going down to Jericho, On thè prifest and Levite side!