Long, long ago, He said, <br />He who could wake the dead <br />And walk upon the sea- <br /> <br />'Come, follow Me. <br /> <br /> <br />Leave your brown nets and bring <br />Only your hearts to sing, <br />Only your souls to pray, <br />Rise, come away. <br /> <br />Shake out your spirit-sails, <br />And brave those wilder gales, <br />And I will make you then <br />Fishers of men.' <br /> <br />Was this, then, what He meant? <br />Was this His high intent, <br />After two thousand years <br />Of blood and tears? <br /> <br />God help us, if we fight <br />For right and not for might. <br />God help us if we seek <br />To shield the weak. <br /> <br />Then, though His heaven be far <br />From this blind welter of war, <br />He'll bless us, on the sea <br />From Calvary.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishers-of-men-2/
