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In the hot sun, for water cool / She walked in listless mood: / When back she ran, her pitcher full / Forgot behind her stood.
Like one who followed straying sheep, / A weary man she saw, / Who sat upon the well so deep, / And nothing had to draw.
"Give me to drink," he said. Her hand / Was ready with reply; / From out the old well of the land / She drew him plenteously.
He spake as never man before; / She stands with open ears; / He spake of holy days in store, / Laid bare the vanished years.
She cannot still her throbbing heart, / She hurries to the town, / And cries aloud in street and mart, / "The Lord is here: come down."
Her life before was strange and sad, / A very dreary sound: / Ah, let it go -- or good or bad: / She has the Master found!