Poems (Argent)/Rebekah at the Well

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REBEKAH AT THE WELL. "Behold, Rebekah came forth with her pitcher on her shoulder; and she went down unto the well to draw water." Genesis xxiv. 45.
BEFORE the well she stood, A vision slim and fair,In the first flush of womanhood, With long dark flowing hair.With grateful shade, in calm reposeThe spreading palms above her rose!
The pitcher poised aloft On shoulder bare reclined,Round which the wandering tresses soft In rich luxuriance twined.The light of evening drooped and fellRound a tired traveller by the well.
The sunset's golden hue Around her seemed to dwell,As the full pitcher forth she drew From out the brimming well,The water bubbled to the brinkAs the tired servant stooped to drink.
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The thirsty camels near Laid resting, but she gaveThem from her pitcher fresh and clear The pure and cooling wave.And swiftly on the needs of manAnd weary beasts, her footsteps ran.
This beauteous picture gleams In splendour to mine eyes,Sweet with all oriental dreams And glowing Eastern skies.The comely damsel slim and fairWith pitcher poised on shoulder bare!

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