Classic Poem

There were whimsical turns of the waters,
There were rhythmical talks of the sea,—
There were gather'd the darkest eyed daughters
Of men, by the deep Galilee.

A blowing full sail, and a parting
From multitudes, living in Him,
A trembling of lips, and tears starting
From eyes that look'd downward and dim.

A mantle of night and a marching
Of storms, and a sounding of seas,
Of furrows of foam and of arching
Black billows; a bending of knees;

The rising of Christ—an entreating—
Hands reach'd to the seas as He saith,
“Have Faith!” And all seas are repeating,
“Have Faith! Have Faith! Have Faith!”