[Written for the Sentinel.]

BETHESDA

Dost thou wait beside Bethesda's pool. Heavy laden, sick, and worn with care? When its waters by the angel moved. Wert thou not among the blessed there? Hast thou waited many lingering years. From each weary dawn till close of day? Know ye. then, thy vigil now is o'er — Christ, the blessed Master, comes this way! No more need'st thou wait the angel's spell.

No more need'st thou watch with longing eyes; Truth entreats thee. Wilt thou not be whole? Christ is here to say to thee. Arise! Banish all thy dismal doubts and fears. Smooth the lines of suffering from thy brow; Wait no longer till the waters move, Know that God's accepted time is now!

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