BETHESDA

"Rise," said Jesus. "Rise, take up thy bed,And walk." The sick man rose,For he alone of thoseWho lay within the porches of the poolCould hear the Master's word, in pity sped.

No more for him the disappointed prayerAnd resignation's pain,Who long had helpless lain,The victim of beliefs both false and cruel.Departing from the pool, he left them there.

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