The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-07-22
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FHs satupon tifo asst colt and rode
towards Jerusalem. Beside him walked
closely and silently the faithful twelve,
And on before him went multitude,
shouting hosannas and with eager hands
,os,Iewnig their garments thicky in the way.
IN unbroken foal beneath him gently stepped,
Tame as its patient dam, Aafd as tlle song
VI welcome TO the son of David" burst
Forth from thousand children, and the leaves
Ofthe waving branches touched its silken ears,
IL turned its wild eye for moment back,
And then subdued by an invisible hand,
'Meekly trod onward With its slender feet.
The dew's last sparkle from the grass had gone
AS he rode up Mount Olive The woods
Threw their cool shadows directly to the west;
And the light foal, with qick and toiling step,
And head bent low, keptup its unslackened'say
Till its soft name was lifted by the Wind
Sent DER the mount from Jordan. AS he reached
The SUBMITS breezy pitch, the Saviour raised
His calm blue eye-ethere stood Jerusalem.
Eagerly he bent forward, and beneath
His mantle's passive folds, bolder line
Than the wont slightness of his perfect limbs
Betrayed the swelling fullness of his heart.
There stood Jerusalem! How fair she booked
The silver sun all her palaces,
And her fair daughters mid the golden spires
Tending their terrace flowers; and Kedron's stream
Lacing the meadows with its silver band
And wrcathing its mist mantle on the sky
With the morn's exhalations. There she'slood,
Jerusalem, the city of his love,
Chosen from all the earth; jerusalem
That knew him not and had rejected him:
Jerusalem, for whom he came to diel
iIihe shouts tedoubled from thousand lips
Asthe fair sight, the children leaped and sang
Louder hosannas, the clear air was filled
With odor from the trampled olive leaves
But "Jesus wept!' The loved disciple saw
His masters tear, and closer to his side
He came with yearning looks, and on his neck
The Saviour leaned with heavenly tenderness,
And mourned, "How oft Jerusalem! would
Have gathered you, as gathereth ahen
Her brood beneath her wings-but ye would not!"
He thought not Of the death that he should die;
lie thought not of the thorns he knew must pierce
His forehead---ofthe buffet the check
The scourge, the mocling homage the foul scern
Gethsemane stood out beneath his eye
Clear in the morning sun; and there, he knew,
While they who "could not watch with him ono
hour
Were sleeping he should great drops of BLOOD
Praying the cup might pass! And Golgotha
Stood bare and desert by the city wall;
And in its midst, 10 his prophetic eye
Rose the rough cross, and its keen agoAies
Were numbered all-the nails were in his feet
Th' insulting sponge was pressing on his lips
The blood and water gushedfrom his side
The dizzy faintness swimming in his brsiA--
And, while his own disciples fed in feal,
worlds death agonfes all mixed in his!
An! he forgot all this. He only saw
Jerusalem--tlle chosen-thc loved--the lost!
He only felt that for her sake his life
Was vainly given, and in his plying love,
The suerngs that would clohe the heavens in black
Were quito forgotten.
Was there ever love,
In earth or heaven, equal unto this?