Classic Poem

Whenever I come on kelp-stained nets
— Drying along the sands,
I think of four bronzed fishermen,
— And my heart understands
How joyfully they laid aside
— Their nets by Galilee
To follow one clear Beacon Light
— Across eternity.

Whenever I come on kelp-stained nets
Drying along the sands,
I think of four bronzed fishermen,
And my heart understands
How joyfully they laid aside
Their nets by Galilee
To follow one clear Beacon Light
Across eternity.