[Written for the Sentinel]

Couldest Thou Not Watch?

HE stood alone, The Master of us all! And no one heard The wistful human call; His longing for One understanding heart Brought no response; And as he knelt apart, He turned to God, To find in Him alone His need supplied, The Christ supreme—God's own!

His students slept! Their human love too small To comprehend His yearning—God is All! Couldest thou not watch? He questioned them at last— Not e'en one hour, Until the struggle passed? And what reply Was theirs to give? Regret And bitter woe! Ah! How could they forget?

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