318 THE MIRACULOUS DRAUGHT. None lose by the Saviour; once more at thy word The nets are extended beneath the blue sea; The tribes of the wide weltering waves own their Lord, And hasten to pay their allegiance to thee. C. East. The Pool of Bethesda. Jesus saith unto him, "Rise, take up thy bed, and walk." And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed and walked.-ST. JOHN v. 8, 9. PALE, weary watcher by Bethesda's pool, From dewy morn, to silent glowing eve; Listen! and thou shalt hear the unearthly tread At his approach, once more the troubled wave Ah! then his spirits feel a deeper grief, His wasted limbs experience no relief; No help he knows! 320 * THE POOL OF BETHESDA. Healing, and strength, and cure for all his woe, No cure for him! No friend is watching there, whose anxious love Others stepped in! Oh ye! who idly pass unheeding by, Knew ye the sickening pang of hope delayed, Ah! wretched lot, of gnawing want to die, Yet sadder far, to him who reads aright To see the impervious clouds of prejudice, Round which the sunbeams pour their light in vain ; The dead soul, fettered by the films of vice, Knows not its chain. THE POOL OF BETHESDA. Then if thy spirit freedom, knowledge drink, Bathed in that living fount which maketh pure Hopeless, and helpless, vainly did HE turn Yet found them both in ONE, whose heart did burn 21 Bernard Barton. 321 Bethesda. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Waiting to hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience and with hope endued, Were seen the gathered multitude. Among them there was one whose eye No power had he, no friendly aid Another won the boon he sought; |