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JESUS ON LAKE GENNESARET.
(A PICTURE BY EUGÈNE DELACROIX).
“MASTER, we perish!” was the cry. “Awake!”And he, the mystic, heaven-deputed guest,
That slumbered, cradled on the billows' breast,
And dreamed, untroubled of the storm-tossed lake,
Amid the winds' wail and the wild wave-break,
Of realms of peace beyond the golden West,
“Where is your faith?” said and the word, from rest
Rising, that stilled the raging waters, spake.
Alack for unbelieving humankind!
How many a Hercules, without their care,
Hath wrought and perished, on the mountain side
How many a high Prometheus erst hath pined,
How many a Christ, exclaiming in despair,
“Where is your faith?” upon Life's cross hath died!
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