To nature's minstrelsy—

A resurrection type

Of immortality.

TELL PETER

And Simon Peter stood and warmed himself.—John 18:25.

Peter, it was not outward cold

But inward chill thy bosom froze,

Made thee deny with falsehood bold

Thy Lord and Master to his foes.

When we find cheer at Satan's fires

The world is there to work us harm,

To deaden all our pure desires

With its deceitful lure and charm.

Peter, the voice of chanticleer

Fulfilled what Christ had prophesied;

And oh, that pitying look sincere

From him whom thou hadst just denied!

Thy burst of penitential grief!

Heaven those tears did surely send.

Tears give the burdened heart relief;

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