Classic Poem

Dedicated to Watson P. Phillips

The human heart craves sympathy;
In His Gethsemane,
Even the Master, pleading, said,
" Could ye not watch with me? "

Companion of my happy hours,
Will you not lovingly
Enfold me, when the Master calls,
And wait and watch with me?

To every soul must come, some day,
Its hour of agony;
But even death I may defy
If you will watch with me.

In long dread hours of dreary nights
Of dire anxiety,
When shadows hover over us —
Yet you will watch with me.

For we together, love, will meet
This life's Gethsemane,
I shall not fear the future year
For you will watch with me.