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O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt? / Indeed the spray flew fast about, / But he was there whose walking foot / Could make the wandering hills take root; / And he had said, "Come down to me," / Else hadst thou not set foot on sea! / Christ did not call thee to thy grave! / Was it the boat that made thee brave?
"Easy for thee who wast not there / To think thou more than I couldst dare! / It hardly fits thee though to mock / Scared as thou wast that railway shock! / Who saidst this morn, 'Wife, we must go -- / The plague will soon be here, I know! ' / Who, when thy child slept -- not to death -- / Saidst, 'Life is now not worth a breath!"