Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-05-03


o land of Judea thrice hallowcd of song
Where the hottest OF memories pilgrim like
throng;
IN the shade OF thy palms, 10y the shores of thy
sea,
In the pride of thy beauty, my heart is with
thee.
With the eye of aspirit l look on that shore.
Where pilgrim and prophet have fingered be-
fore:
by the guide of the spirit, l traverse the sod,
Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.
From the heights of the hills in the spirit hear
Thy waters Gcnnesserat, chime on my ear
Where the LoNly and Just with the people sat
Aud thy spray on the dust of his sandals was
thrown.
Beyond are Bethulia's mountains IF green
And the desoate hills of the wild Gadarcne:
And pause on the goat-crags of Tabor to see
The CLEAN Of thy waters, the dark Gallcc
Hank sound III the valleys, where swollen and
strong
Thy river, oh Kishon is sweeping along;
Where the Canaanites strove with Jehovah in
Andlthy torrent grew dark with the blood Of the
slain.
There down from his mountains, stern Iebnlon
came.
And Napthali's stag with his eye balls of flames
And the chariots of Jabin rolled harmlessly on,
For the arm OF the Lord was Abinoam's son,
There sleep the still rocks and the caverns that
rang
To the song which the beautiful Prophecies
sang
When the Princess of Issachar stood by her side,
And the shout of host in its triumph replied.
Lo Bethlehem's l-stc before me is
With the mountains around and the valleys be-
tween:
There rested the shcperls of Judah, and there,
The songs of the angels rose sweet in the air.
And Bcthany's palm-trees in beauty still throw
Their shadows at noon on the ruins below
But where are the sisters who FASTENED to greet,
The lOWly Redecmer and sit at his feet
l tread where the twelve in their wayfaring trod;
l stand where they stood with the chosen of
God
Where his blessing was heard, and his lessons
were taught
Where the blind was restored and the healing
was wrought
Oh, here tn his flock the sad wandorer came,
These hills he toiled over in grief are the same,
And the same airs arc blowing which brcathcd
on his brow.
And throncd oh her hills sits Jerusalem yet,
But with dust on her forehead and chains on
Ter feet,
For the crown of her pride to the mocker hath
gone,
And the holy Shecnah is dark where it rhone!
But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode,
OF humanity clothed in the Brightness of God
We're my spirit turned from the outward and
DIM,
would gaze even now on the presence of Him!
Not in clouds nor III terrors, but gentle as
when
In love and in meekness, he moved among
men
waves OF the sea,
In the hush Of my spirit would whisper to me
And what if my feet may not tread where he
stood,
Nor my ears hear the dashng of Galilee's flood
Nor my eyes see the cross which lie bowed him
to bear,
Nor my knees press Gethsemane's garden OF
prayer.
Yet, loved of the Father, thy spirit is near
10 the meek, and the lowly, and penitent here,
And the voice of thy love is the same even now
As at Bethany tomb, or ON Oliyet's brow.
Oh, the outward hath gone but in glory and
power,
The Spirit survveth the things of All hour
Unchanged, undecaying its penitelt flame,
On the hearts secret altar, is burning the same.