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Dinah Maria Mulock - Fishermen—Not Of Galilee
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THEY have toiled all the night, the long weary night, 
They have toiled all the night, Lord, and taken nothing:-- 
The heavens are as brass, and all flesh seems as grass, 
Death strikes with horror and life with loathing. 

Walk`st Thou by the waters, the dark silent waters, 
The fathomless waters that no line can plumb? 
Art Thou Redeemer, or a mere schemer-- 
Preaching a kingdom that cannot come? 

Not a word say`st Thou: no wrath betray`st Thou: 
Scarcely delay`st Thou their terrors to lull; 
On the shore standing, mutely commanding, 
"Let down your nets!"--And they draws them up,--full! 
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Jesus, Redeemer,--only Redeemer! 
I, a poor dreamer, lay hold upon Thee: 
Thy will pursuing, though no end viewing, 
But simply doing as Thou biddest me. 

Though Thee I see not,--either light be not, 
Or Thou wilt free not the scales from mine eyes, 
I ne`er gainsay Thee, but only obey Thee; 
Obedience is better than sacrifice. 

Though on my prison gleams no open vision, 
Walking Elysian by Galilee`s tide, 
Unseen, I feel Thee, and death will reveal Thee: 
I shall wake in Thy likeness, satisfied.
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