Poem April 13, 1946 Issue

One Hour

SALLY FORTH

"Could ye not watch with me one hour?"

Thus Jesus in Gethsemane,
Before he turned away forevermore
From earth to heaven, from mortal sense to Soul.

No lonely vigil he demands —
Only one hour with him.
The patient, steadfast one, for company.

One hour?
So little we are asked;
And yet, impatient, we desert our post,
Or sorrowing, like his disciples, sleep.

Oh, measureless reward if we accept,
And wakeful and alert
Watch faithfully till dawn breaks through
And lightens our Gethsemane.

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