320 THE POOL OF BETHESDA. Healing, and strength, and cure for all his woe, No cure for him! No friend is watching there, whose anxious love Others stepped in! Oh ye! who idly pass unheeding by, Knew ye the sickening pang of hope delayed, Ah! wretched lot, of gnawing want to die, Yet sadder far, to him who reads aright To see the impervious clouds of prejudice, Round which the sunbeams pour their light in vain; The dead soul, fettered by the films of vice, Knows not its chain. THE POOL OF BETHESDA. Then if thy spirit freedom, knowledge drink, Bathed in that living fount which maketh pure Hopeless, and helpless, vainly did HE turn Yet found them both in ONE, whose heart did burn 21 Bernard Barton. 321 Bethesda. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Waiting to hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience and with hope endued, Were seen the gathered multitude. Among them there was one whose eye No power had he, no friendly aid Another won the boon he sought; BETHESDA. Had they who watched and waited there But habit and tradition swayed Their minds to trust to sense alone; They only hoped the angel's aid, Bethesda's pool has lost its power! Which with its healing waters went; Saviour! thy love is still the same As when the healing word was spoke; Still in thine all-redeeming name Dwells power to break the strongest yoke! Bernard Barton. 323 Christ in the Storm. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, "Lord save us: we perish."-ST. MATTHEW Viii. 25. WHERE deep Tiberias rolls her waves, The lowly fisher's bark was gliding; The winds were hushed within their caves; And gayly on the waters riding, A speck upon that summer sea. But deep and hollow murmurs came, And wild and high the billows rose, Or dark and heartless plunderers roaming; |