THE Lord commanded, 'Give ye them to eat,'— Five loaves and two small fishes all their store For hungering crowds. He knew they had no more, And He had called them to that wild retreat. They gave it as He gave them, piece by peace, Where on the green grass grouped the great and small, Till all were filled. So not theirs at all But His, the glory of that grand increase. Master, I have not strength to serve Thee much, The 'half-day's work' is all that I can do, But let Thy mighty multiplying touch Even to me the miracle renew. Let five words feed five thousand, and Thy power Expand to life-results one feeble hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |