It Was the Road to Jericho
Annie Johnston




Johnston Annie F. Annie Fellows

It Was the Road to Jericho





It Was the Road to Jericho


		It was the road to Jericho,
		And brave indeed the man
		Who went alone and waited not
		To join the caravan.

		For robber hoards swooped down the cliffs
		Like eagles on their prey,
		And mercy was not known to them,
		Theirs but to kill and slay.

		Along the road to Jericho
		A man went riding by,
		He heard a groan of mortal pain,
		He heard a piercing cry.

		He got him down from off his beast,
		He found the one who bled,
		The thieves had bruised and beaten him
		And left him well nigh dead

		(The Levite and the priest had passed,
		The calls to them were vain).
		He bound his wounds. With oil and wine
		He eased the grevious pain.

		Then to the inn he carried him
		And paid the keeper's price,




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