I have seen the print Of nails upon his hands, and thrust my hands Into his side.

I know He is arisen; But where are now the kingdom and the glory He promised unto us?
We have all dreamed That we were princes, and we wake to find We are but fishermen.
PETER.
Who should have been Fishers of men! JOHN.
We have come back again To the old life, the peaceful life, among The white towns of the Galilean lake.
PETER.
They seem to me like silent sepulchres In the gray light of morning! The old life, Yea, the old life! for we have toiled all night And have caught nothing.
JOHN.
Do ye see a man Standing upon the beach and beckoning?
'T is like an apparition.

He hath kindled A fire of coals, and seems to wait for us.
He calleth.
CHRISTUS, from the shore.
Children, have ye any meat?
PETER.
Alas! We have caught nothing.
CHRISTUS.
Cast the net On the right side of the ship, and ye shall find.
PETER.
How that reminds me of the days gone by, And one who said: Launch out into the deep, And cast your nets! NATHANAEL.
We have but let them down And they are filled, so that we cannot draw them! JOHN.
It is the Lord! PETER, girding his fisher's coat about him.
He said: When I am risen I will go before you into Galilee! He casts himself into the lake.
JOHN.
There is no fear in love; for perfect love Casteth out fear.

Now then, if ye are men, Put forth your strength; we are not far from shore; The net is heavy, but breaks not.

All is safe.
PETER, on the shore.
Dear Lord! I heard thy voice and could not wait.
Let me behold thy face, and kiss thy feet! Thou art not dead, thou livest! Again I see thee.
Pardon, dear Lord! I am a sinful man; I have denied thee thrice.