Johnston Annie Fellows
It Was the Road to Jericho

 
Whose name is, till the end of time
"The good Samaritan."
 

Part II

 
The World pressed toward its Jericho,
The goal of its desire —
Its marts, its pleasures and its shrines
Its dreams of great empire.
 
 
A hoard of gold it bore along
To barter and to buy.
But on the road, by thieves beset,
It, too, was left to die.
 
 
The Son of God came down that way
To succour and to save,
To bind its wounds, to heal its sin
To lift it from the grave.
 
 
Lo! He too, went upon His way
When He had paid the price.
Marked by the red red lines that make
The Cross of Sacrifice.
 
 
Where all the woe of all the world