Darkness and Dawn

Dark night on Galilee! Storm-driven cloudsHad veiled the silver moon, the shining stars,The purple hills and lacy fringe of trees.

Great storm-swept billows rose and rushed and brokeIn smothering foam around the little shipWherein the fearful, weary men had toiledIn rowing, many anxious hours, and madeSo little way, till he, the Master, came,Treading the raging waves in conscious power,And leaving in his wake a shining trailOf rippling silver radiance. And when,Amazed and awed, they took him in, behold,"The ship was at the land whither they went."

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