He lay forlorn beside those waters gray, More hopeless still he grew with passing time, The saddest of them all—who day by day Waited there, watching for the healing sign. And then upon a day came one who spoke Words of command, and he was quick to hear; A light upon those darkened senses broke, He rose, made whole and free from pain and fear.
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