THE COMFORTER

They thought their friend and Master dead,And, hungering for him, bereftOf all they loved, they turned for breadBack to the trade which they had left.

Yet even here they found no food.The agonizing night hours passed.Then, when the morning came, there stoodUpon the shore their Lord, at last.

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