RED ROCK

She sat beside this sea long hours;She saw its many changing moods—Changing with those of sky and clouds.The steady beat of surf was muffled,Blended with those firm heartbeats.She heard, beyond the mighty wash,The same low, sad, sweet strainOne other heard so long before—Then beside the Sea of Galilee—That song of angel throng that heraldedThe Christ across earth's troubled sea,Fulfilling prophecyTo speak againPlainly enough for all.

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