POETRY.
"TWO THAT SLEEP, AND ONE THAT WATCHETH."
[SUGGESTED BY THE PICTURE BY S. SOLOSION.]
" COULD ye not watch one hour ?" The hour is late,
And the chill air is drowsy, and they sleep ; Two ; but one sleeps not ; he whose love was great, And who was greatly loved, his watch will keep.
The stars are clear, but not to them his eyes Turn, to win patience from their patient light ; Still on the earth he keeps his stedfast sight, And bid to watch, so watches for surprise.
And so to his unsleeping eyes was given To see his Master's agony, that drew That sweat of blood ; to hear that cry of woe,— "fis thus with those three priceless gifts of Heaven ; Hope sleeps, and Faith may slumber, but the few Who really love, nor sleep nor slumber know.
F. W. Bounoruort.
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