"SILOAM."

KATHARINE T. PORTER.

"Go wash!" That loving gentle presence leave, which woke
The only hope he e'er had known—whose actions spoke
Of power and peace, whose every tone made his heart yearn
To worship God in purity, from earth to turn
To heaven! His life had known no law—he turned away,
In unfamiliar stillness, to wash and to obey!
The strange new sense of partial sight perplexed him sore;
Lost was his certainty of touch, he knew no more
How gropingly his way to find—the past to him
Was dead, the present vague and filled with shadows dim.
He prayed to find this pool—to wash and to be whole;
No words can tell the mingled hope and chaos of his thought;
How, now in heaven, now in hell, he stumbling sought
Until, God-led, prone upon the brink he fell!
And then came peace; he prayed, his heart had found its rest.
E'en as a child he bathed his eyes, and rose up,—blessed.
"Go wash!"—we too must learn to turn and to obey
The patient promptings of our Father, God; nor say
We fear the carnal sense to lose; alone we must
In faith and love our dawning intuitions trust,
Till pure of heart at length we gain the heavenly goal,—
The radiant consciousness of Truth, the sight of Soul!

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