"UPON THIS ROCK"

"Before the crowing cock has stilled his voice,Thou shalt have thrice denied me."A gentle sadness touched the Master's voice,But no rebuke.Impetuous Peter, loud and boldly then:"Nay, Lord. Dear Lord, thrice over, nay!"

And when the crowing voice broke clear across the dawn,What of the bitter shame in Peter's heartWhen with that sound there came the chilling painOf that which was so fearfully done,The quick, threefold rejection of his Lord?

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