(See Note 9) A Friend I Possess, Whose Whispers Just Said, "God'S Peace!" To My Night-Watching Mind. When Daylight Is Gone And Darkness Brings Dread, He Ever The Way Can Find. He Utters No Word To Smite And To Score; He, Too, Has Known Sin And Its Grief. He Heals With His Look The Place That Is Sore, And Stays Till I Have Relief. He Takes For His Own The Deed That Is Such That Sorrows Of Heart Increase. He Cleanses The Wound With So Gentle A Touch, The Pain Must Give Way To Peace. He Followed Each Hope The Heights That Would Scale Reproached Not A Hapless Descent. He Stands Here Just Now, So Mild, But So Pale; - In Time He Shall Know What It Meant.