A good Samaritan passed on the way To Jericho. He heard a groaning sound And paused; for there, half conscious on the ground, A Jew with long and bleeding gashes lay Unaided, though so many passed that day. With care and tenderness the wounds he bound And gently lifted this poor wretch he found. He gave the tavern-host much gold in pay. Once more the Jew lies helpless at our door; His gashes bleed afresh; half-conscious, stirs And moans and writhes, then faints inert once more. What need to rouse to cringe his baiters's slurs? He closed his eyes on pain and sense of loss; He'll open them to swastika or cross! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART ASOLANDO: POETICS by ROBERT BROWNING THE FALL OF THE LEAVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AUNT DOROTHY'S LECTURE by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. TO ONE WHO IS WHERE THE ETERNAL ARE by EDWARD CARPENTER |