Classic Poem

See where, e'en as in picture, day by day,
Yon shallops lie at anchor, so remote
The eye discerns not phantom boat from boat!
There, biding chance and patient of delay,
Rude fishermen the lingering moons outstay,
Still vigilant to tend the anxious net,
Like those erewhile who sailed Gennesaret,
Lowly and poor and sin-beset as they.
Mayhap some James or Andrew sojourns there,
For human hearts are evermore the same,
And every bosom feeds a mystic flame,—
There John and Simon Peter unaware
May bide discipleship, and with them He
Who stilled the stormy waves of Galilee.