He Healed Them All

Of all the pictures on the sacred page,Painted in words whose colors never pall,Replete with love to youth and hoary age,To me the sweetest is, he healed them all.

At even when the sun was set, and dayPassed with its heat to shadows soft and cool,The Master walked apart, alone, to pray,And sat to rest beside a limpid pool.

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