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Title: Good Samaritans. A poem
Year: 1867 (1860s)
Authors: Read, Thomas Buchanan, 1822-1872
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Publisher: Cincinnati, R. Clarke and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Good Samaritans will ever hold first rank.It flows with the sweetness and fervor of a prayer.The following note from the Ladies Committee isbeautifullv appreciative and appropriate. G. Cincinnati, 2nd May, 1867. Thos. Buchanan Read, Esq., Cincinnati,Dear Sir:— Before the close of our Festival, and on behalfof the Good Sisters having charge of the Hospital of * The GoodSamaritan^ we return you our heartfelt thanks for the alacritywith which you came f07-ward to donate your tale?its for the objectof our Festival—in the composition and recitation of that heauti-ful Poem the **Good Samaritans which you have now deliveredfor our great gratification. Please accept the accompanying Bouquet as a token of ouresteem, and hoping that your path through life may he oftenstrown with such flowers as these, and as your pencil can delineateand your poetic imagery describe, we are. Dear Sir,Very truly your friends, The Ladies Committee, Of the Festival for theBenefit of the Good Samaritan Hospital.
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Good Samaritans. \ TITROM birth to death, Lifes hard and du-bious path.Is set with many robbers:—Yet it hathIts gentle ministers:—The loud turmoilRobs us of rest, until we sink from toilAmid the bordering blossoms, on the moss,With head at ease against the wayside cross.The lily-hooded sisters, we call flowers.Soothe to repose and charm the weary hours.Dispensing sweetness,—and the silent sense lO Good Samaritans Of duty done, their only recompense. In shadowy nooks, these modest cloistered clans, Oft tend our wounds, like good Samaritans. II. \ ^/HEN Care, the robber, noiseless as the air.Steals on our steps, assailing unaware.Then chant the birds in clear, celestial choirs.And minstrel breezes wake their unseen wires;The neighboring brooklet flashes, as on wings.And where the way is roughest, loudest sings.As if some angel touched the hidden keys.The soul is filled with marvelous harmonies.Full as the sky:—while all the vernal aisleOf Earths Cathedral, seems to thrill and sm

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