Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GOOD SAMARITAN, by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN


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First Line: Oh that thy creed were sound
Last Line: When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and wine to tend.
Subject(s): Catholics; Good Samaritan; Travel; Roman Catholics; Catholicism; Journeys; Trips


Oh that thy creed were sound!
For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of Rome,
By thy unwearied watch and varied round
Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home.
I cannot walk the city's sultry streets,
But the wide porch invites to still retreats,
Where passion's thirst is calmed, and care's unthankful gloom.
There, on a foreign shore,
The homesick solitary finds a friend:
Thoughts, prisoned long for lack of speech, outpour
Their tears; and doubts in resignation end.
I almost fainted from the long delay
That tangles me within this languid bay,
When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and wine to tend.






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