And the disciples--patient men, Went, stooping, o'er the field, And fragment of the late repast Twelve baskets full did yield. And when the Lord perceived that they Did meditate to bring United force with the intent That they might crown Him king, He urged that His disciples should Take ship and cross the sea, While He dispersed the multitudes, And followed secretly. Jesus Walks Upon the Sea. WHEN Jesus, up the mountain side Ascended all alone, To spend some hours in peaceful prayer Before His Father's throne. Meanwhile the twelve were toiling hard In rowing o'er the lake, But 'gainst the stormy winds they could But little progress make. And Jesus, on the mountain high, Engaged in fervent prayer, Looks on the lake and sees his friends, And feels their toil and care. Now comes the fourth watch of the night; The tired men still row Against a rising, boisterous sea, While angry tempests blow. But now, amid the wild uproar, And darkness of the storm, They saw approaching, o'er the waves, Their Master's much loved form. They failed to recognize their Lord, With storm and darkness near, Supposed He was a spirit form, And cried aloud for fear. Then straightway Jesus hushed their cries; "Be of good cheer," He said; They knew the kind, assuring voice: "'Tis I, be not afraid." Then Peter, warm, impulsive, bold, Said: "Lord, if it be Thou, Bid me and let me come to Thee Upon the waters now." Jesus said: "Come." Then Peter stepped Over the vessel's side, And walked securely and alone Upon the stormy tide. His eyes were on the Master fixed, But, looking on the wave, At once he did begin to sink, And cried out: "Lord! Oh, save!" Then Jesus quickly stretched His hand And raised the sinking man, Said: "Wherefore did'st thou doubt?" and placed Him on his feet again. And when they step aboard the ship, There is a sudden peace, The wind is still, the stars are bright, The waves their motion cease. And the disciples, bending low, Their spirits deeply awed, Said: "Of a truth we now are sure Thou art the Son of God." Then comes to pass another thing, They cannot understand; The ship, so lately out at sea, Is now quite close to land. And, resting from their hours of toil, And filled with wonder deep, The twelve around their Master's feet Lie down in peaceful sleep. The Bread from Heaven. THE next day, for the absent Lord, The people searched around, Near to the place where He had fed Five thousand on the ground. Then Jesus said: "Ye seek me not In honor of my power, But for the bread I brake to you In hunger's helpless hour. "Labor not so for earthly meat, Which perisheth away, But for that meat which shall endure Through everlasting day."