[Written for the Sentinel.]


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!

See God's man, the perfect thought of Truth,
Rise above the earth-clouds dark and drear!
When the light of Love for thee shall dawn.
Pain and care, like mists, shall disappear.
Stretch thine hand and take the offered gift,
God has waited long to give it thee.
From thy dreams of sin and sickness wake,
Know the truth, and be forever free!

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October 31, 1908

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