Friday, April 25, 2014

A Poem I've Stolen from Spurgeon

The sea saw it, and fled. 
Psalm 114:3

The waves on either side
Unloose their close embraces, and divide,
And backwards press, as in some solemn show
The crowding people do,
(Though just before no space was seen,)
To let the admired triumph pass between.

The wondering army saw on either hand,
The no less wondering waves like rocks of crystal stand.
They marched betwixt, and boldly trod
The secret paths of God. 

Abraham Cowley, 1618-1667.

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