Where rose Samaria’s turrets bold;
That God, to him, had given the power
This fatal leprosy to cure.
Beneath an Olive’s spreading shade,
The holy prophet knelt and prayed;
The leper, with his pompous train,
Assistance asks, nor asks in vain;
“Go wash in Jordan’s sacred stream,”
The prophet said, “Wash and be clean.”
With proud disdain, the Syrian turned;