<h2><SPAN name="AT_JOPPA" id="AT_JOPPA"></SPAN>At Joppa</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">P</span>ERCHANCE the day was fair as this—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The eastern world is full of glow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With warmer sun, and bluer sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And richer bloom than we can show—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">At Joppa quaint, beside the sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When Simon Peter went to pray.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I wonder if he did not pause<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Awhile to gaze on God’s great book,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To read on earth, and sea, and sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The smile divine, the tender look;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For when the hour of vision’s given,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The two worlds touch—our earth and heaven.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">God teaches with a tenderness<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That we who follow him should learn,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Hides not His glory when ’twill bless<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Eyes that look up, and souls that yearn.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He sent the vision fair to see,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And spoke to Peter on that day.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_021" id="page_021"></SPAN>{21}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Sleeping, the voice fell on his ears,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I hear bold Peter say “Divine,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">’Twill live and sound forever-more<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In this poor wayward heart of mine—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">‘What God has cleansed,’ so broad, so free,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">My narrow creed flees shamed away.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Who would not be with Peter now?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Blue heaven above, and earth below,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So near to God, so far away<br/></span>
<span class="i2">From sin, and wretchedness, and woe.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Before his eyes—gone, every doubt—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The glory of the skies spread out.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But hark! men knock upon the door,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And voices call, and not in vain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For Peter comes down to the earth,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And takes his life-work up again,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Down from the fullness to the need,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">From God to man, a change indeed.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">We fain would on the housetop be,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">We fain would hold communion sweet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But looking up, we never heed<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The work unfinished at our feet.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">God, give to us, we humbly ask,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Strength for the vision and the task.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_022" id="page_022"></SPAN>{22}</span></p>
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