THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES. And prayer has might to spread and grow, Far on the eternal sky: Even as he made that stripling's store And souls forever feed. Lyra Innocentium. 107 Walking on the Sea. But he saith unto them, "It is I; be not afraid.”—JOHN vi. 20. WHEN the storm of the mountains on Galilee fell, And the faithless disciples were bound in the spell The storm could not bury that word in the wave, For 'twas taught through the tempest to fly; It shall reach his disciples in every clime, And his voice shall be near in each troublous time, When the spirit is broken with sickness or sorrow, And comfort is ready to die; The darkness shall pass, and in gladness to-morrow, WALKING ON THE SEA. When death is at hand, and the cottage of clay Is left with a tremulous sigh, The gracious forerunner is smoothing the way 109 When the waters are passed, and the glories unknown Burst forth on the wondering eye, The compassionate "Lamb in the midst of the throne" Shall welcome, encourage, and comfort his own, And say, "Be not afraid, it is I." Hawthorne. |