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...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY |