There were whimsical turns of the waters, There were rhythmical talks of the sea, -- There were gather'd the darkest eyed daughters Of men, by the deep Galilee. A blowing full sail, and a parting From multitudes, living in Him, A trembling of lips, and tears starting From eyes that look'd downward and dim. A mantle of night and a marching Of storms, and a sounding of seas, Of furrows of foam and of arching Black billows; a bending of knees; The rising of Christ -- an entreating -- Hands reach'd to the seas as He saith, "Have Faith!" And all seas are repeating, "Have Faith! Have Faith! Have Faith!" |