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SURGE ET AMBULA
“Arise, and walk”—the One Voice said;
And lo! the sinews shrunk and dry
Loosed, and the cripple leaped on high,
Wondering, and bare aloft his bed.
And lo! the sinews shrunk and dry
Loosed, and the cripple leaped on high,
Wondering, and bare aloft his bed.
The Age of Miracle is fled.
Who to the halt to-day shall cry—
“Arise, and walk!”
Who to the halt to-day shall cry—
“Arise, and walk!”
Yet though the Power to raise the dead
Treads earth no more, we still may try
To smooth the couch where sick men lie,
Whispering—to hopeless heart and head—
“Arise, and walk!”
Treads earth no more, we still may try
To smooth the couch where sick men lie,
Whispering—to hopeless heart and head—
“Arise, and walk!”
1904.
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