The waters were as stone unto his feet
Until he doubted, even then the Christ
Put forth a blesséd hand, and drew him on
To closer knowledge!
So, if it be mine
First of us twain to pass the sable gates,
That guard so well their mysteries, and thou,
With some dear friend, may’st stand beside my grave,
Speak no such words as these:—“Not long ago
His voice rang out as cheerly as mine own;