THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES. And prayer has might to spread and grow, Even as he made that stripling's store And souls forever feed. Lyra Innocentium. 107 Walking on the Sea. But he saith unto them, "It is I; be not afraid.”—JOHN vi. 20. WHEN the storm of the mountains on Galilee fell, And the faithless disciples were bound in the spell The storm could not bury that word in the wave, And his voice shall be near in each troublous time, When the spirit is broken with sickness or sorrow, And comfort is ready to die; The darkness shall pass, and in gladness to-morrow, The wounded complete consolation shall borrow From his life-giving word, "It is I." |