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THE FEEDING OF THE MULTITUDE.
Twilight was deepening into sombre night,
Along the shore of Galilee's fair sea.
Its waters lay in beauteous repose,
Save where the gentle breath of evening raised
A ripple on its surface, while around,
Humble, yet teeming with content and joy,
Rose the rude walls of many a fisher's home.
Along the shore of Galilee's fair sea.
Its waters lay in beauteous repose,
Save where the gentle breath of evening raised
A ripple on its surface, while around,
Humble, yet teeming with content and joy,
Rose the rude walls of many a fisher's home.
A throng, with wondering eye and listening ear,
Had gathered at the Master's side, intent
To see some healing miracle, and hear
The gracious words that issued from his lips.
All day, in holy love his feet had trod
Their path of mercy, bearing to the souls
Of that vast multitude the words of peace
Which fell upon their ears, even as a strain
From heavenly harps. With sweet compassion moved,
The dying frame he healed, strengthened the weak,
And whispered comfort to the sorrowing soul:
Nor this alone.
Had gathered at the Master's side, intent
To see some healing miracle, and hear
The gracious words that issued from his lips.
All day, in holy love his feet had trod
Their path of mercy, bearing to the souls
Of that vast multitude the words of peace
Which fell upon their ears, even as a strain
From heavenly harps. With sweet compassion moved,
The dying frame he healed, strengthened the weak,
And whispered comfort to the sorrowing soul:
Nor this alone.
Of that fair home he spoke,—
The Infinite, Unseen, the land of peace,
The blessed kingdom, where the "pure in heart
Shall see their God." What marvel that the eye
Gazed all entranced upon his face? the ear
Drank in the holy yet mysterious tones
Which told of such seraphic blessedness?
Well might they herald him Judea's king,
The Infinite, Unseen, the land of peace,
The blessed kingdom, where the "pure in heart
Shall see their God." What marvel that the eye
Gazed all entranced upon his face? the ear
Drank in the holy yet mysterious tones
Which told of such seraphic blessedness?
Well might they herald him Judea's king,
