And in the heart of man she sits as high- Human praise 'Twould burn, might light us cheerly through the world; But Knowledge hath a far more 'wildering tongue, And she will stoop and lead you to the stars, And witch you with her mysteries, till gold Is a forgotten dross, and power and fame May hang within his reach, and when, with thirst CHRIST'S ENTRANCE INTO JERUSALEM. He sat upon the ass's colt and rode The dew's last sparkle from the grass had gone As he rode up Mount Olivet. The woods Sent o'er the mount from Jordan. As he reach'd His mantle's passive folds, a bolder line Than the wont slightness of his perfect limbs There stood Jerusalem! How fair she look'd- And her fair daughters mid the golden spires Tending their terrace flowers, and Kedron's stream Lacing the meadows with its silver band, And wreathing its mist-mantle on the sky With the morn's exhalations. There she stood 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 die! The shouts redoubled from a thousand lips Her brood beneath her wings—but ye would not!" He thought not of the death that he should die- Gethsemane stood out beneath his eye Clear in the morning sun, and there, he knew, hour" Were sleeping, he should sweat great drops of blood, Praying the "cup might pass." And Golgotha |