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A SAMARITAN WOMAN. / The sun is hot; and the dry east-wind blowing / Fills all the air with dust. The birds are silent; / Even the little fieldfares in the corn / No longer twitter; only the grasshoppers / Sing their incessant song of sun and summer. / I wonder who those strangers were I met / Going into the city? Galileans / They seemed to me in speaking, when they asked / The short way to the market-place. Perhaps / They are fishermen from the lake; or travellers, / Looking to find the inn. And here is some one / Sitting beside the well; another stranger; / A Galilean also by his looks. / What can so many Jews be doing here / Together in Samaria? Are they going / Up to Jerusalem to the Passover? / Our Passover is better here at Sychem, / For here is Ebal; here is Gerizim, / The mountain where our father Abraham / Went up to offer Isaac; here the tomb / Of Joseph, -- for they brought his bones Egypt / And buried them in this land, and it is holy.
CHRISTUS. / Give me to drink.