Go hide your gray, diminished head
Within your mother's feather bed,
And ne'er through life may it be said
You have a wife or baby!
BE OF GOOD CHEER: IT IS I.
BY R. T. CONRAD.
"But when they saw him walking upon the sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out. For they all saw him and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid."—Mark vi. 49, 50.
They toiled—for night was round their bark;
The fierce winds tossed the white sea spray: