it is said that only travellers in the arid lands of the east really know the value of water. to them the well in the desert is a treasure and a blessing: unspeakably so, when the water is pure and sweet; yet even though it be salt and brackish, it may still save life.

was it less so, in a figurative sense, to the travellers through that great desert of the middle ages, wherein the wells were so few and far between? true, the water was brackish; man had denied the streams, and filled up the wells with stones; yet for all this it was god-given, and to those who came, and dug for the old spring, and drank, it was the water of eternal life. the cry was still sounding down the ages.

“if any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.” and no less blessed are the souls that come now: but for us, the wells are so numerous and so pure, that we too often pass them by, and go on our way thirsting. strange blindness!—yet not strange: for until the angel of the lord shall open the eyes of hagar, she must needs go mourning through the wilderness, not seeing the well.

“lord, that we may receive our sight!”—and may come unto thee, and drink, and thirst no more.