PALESTINE. LEST land of Judæa! thrice hallowed of song, Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng; In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea, On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee. With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore, Blue sea of the hills! in my spirit I hear Thy waters, Gennesaret, chime on my ear; Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down, Beyond are Bethulia's mountains of green, And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene; And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor to see The gleam of thy waters, O dark Galilee! Hark! a sound in the valley! where, swollen and strong, Where the Canaanite strove with JEHOVAH in vain, There down from his mountains stern Zebulon came, i There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang Lo! Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen, With the mountains around and the valleys between; And Bethany's palm-trees in beauty still throw I tread where the twelve in their wayfaring trod: I stand where they stood with the chosen of God, Where His blessings were heard, and His lessons were taught, Where the blind were restored, and the healing was wrought. O, here with His flock the sad Wanderer came,— The founts where He drank by the wayside still flow, And the same airs are blowing which breathed on His brow. And throned on her hills sits Jerusalem yet, But the dust on her forehead, and chains on her feet; But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when, In love and in meekness, He moved among men; |