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FISHERMEN—NOT OF GALILEE.
FISHERMEN—NOT OF GALILEE.
(After reading a certain book.)
HEY have toiled all the night, the long weary night,They have toiled all the night, Lord, and taken nothing:—
The heavens are as brass, and all flesh seems as grass,
Death strikes with horror and life with loathing.
Walk'st Thou by the waters, the dark silent waters,
The fathomless waters that no line can plumb?
Art Thou Redeemer, or a mere schemer—
Preaching a kingdom that cannot come?
The fathomless waters that no line can plumb?
Art Thou Redeemer, or a mere schemer—
Preaching a kingdom that cannot come?
Not a word say'st Thou: no wrath betray'st Thou:
Scarcely delay'st Thou their terrors to lull;
On the shore standing, mutely commanding,
"Let down your nets!"—And they draw them up,—full!
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Scarcely delay'st Thou their terrors to lull;
On the shore standing, mutely commanding,
"Let down your nets!"—And they draw them up,—full!
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