W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
St. AndrewGeorge Thomas Coster (18351912)
The thronging multitudes that marked the lad
And what his basket, and how much it had,—
‘Two fishes small and loaves of barley five.’
Rewarded eye, to trivial things alive,—
In that poor basket what rich mercy hid!
All joy to him, the promised Christ to find:
But heavenly joy may not to duty blind;
He cannot rest, his bliss is incomplete
Till Simon sits with him at Jesus’ feet,—
His brother then by more than natural bond.
A lad and his scant business in the throng,
Nor by high scorn to do his efforts wrong.
And happy they with heart that will not rest
Till in their bliss their brother too is blest;
What joy a Peter to the Lord to lead!