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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Thirst</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">FIRST VOICE.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I thirst, but earth cannot allay<br>The fever coursing through my veins,<br>The healing stream is far away­--<br>It flows through Salem's lovely plains.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The murmurs of its crystal flow<br>Break ever o'er this world of strife;<br>My heart is weary, let me go,<br>To bathe it in the stream of life;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For many worn and weary hearts<br>Have bathed in this pure healing stream,<br>And felt their griefs and cares depart,<br>E'en like some sad forgotten dream.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>SECOND VOICE.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"The Word is nigh thee, even in thy heart."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Say not, within thy weary heart,<br>Who shall ascend above,<br>To bring unto thy fever'd lips<br>The fount of joy and love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor do thou seek to vainly delve<br>Where death's pale angels tread,<br>To hear the murmur of its flow<br>Around the silent dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Within, in thee is one living fount,<br>Fed from the springs above;<br>There quench thy thirst till thou shalt bathe<br>In God's own sea of love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a></strong></div>

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