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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Palestine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,<br>Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;<br>In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea,<br>On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore,<br>Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before;<br>With the glide of a spirit, I traverse the sod<br>Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue sea of the hills! in my spirit I hear<br>Thy waters, Genasseret, chime on my ear;<br>Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down,<br>And thy spray on the dust of His sandals was thrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond are Bethulia's mountains of green,<br>And the desolate hills of the wild Godarene;<br>And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor to see<br>The gleam of thy waters, oh dark Gallilee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark, a sound in the vallies! where, swollen and strong,<br>Thy river, oh Kishon, is sweeping along;<br>Where the Canaanite strove with Jehovah in vain,<br>And thy torrent grew dark with the blood of the slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There down from his mountains stern Zebulon came,<br>And Naphtali's stag, with his eye-balls of flame,<br>And the chariots of Jabin rolled harmlessly on,<br>For the arm of the Lord was Abinoam's son!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang<br>To the song which the beautiful Prophetess sang,<br>When the Princes of Issachar stood by her side,<br>And the shout of a host in its triumph replied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen,<br>With the mountains around, and the vallies between;<br>There rested the shepherds of Judah, and there<br>The song of the angels rose sweet on the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Bethany's palm-trees in beauty still throw<br>Their shadows at noon on the ruins below;<br>But where are the sisters who hastened to greet<br>The lowly Redeemer, and sit at His feet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tread where the TWELVE in their wayfaring trod;<br>I stand where they stood with the CHOSEN of GOD!<br>Where his blessing was heard, and his lessons were taught,<br>Where the blind were restored, and the healing was wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, here with his flock the sad Wanderer came,<br>These hills he toiled over in grief are the same-<br>The founts where he drank by the wayside still flow,<br>And the same airs are blowing which breathed on his brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And throned on her hills sits Jerusalem yet,<br>But with dust on her forehead, and chains on her feet:<br>For the crown of her pride to the mocker hath gone,<br>And the holy Shechinah is dark where it shone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode<br>Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God?<br>Were my spirit but turned from the outward and dim,<br>It could gaze, even now, on the presence of Him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when<br>In love and in meekness he moved among men;<br>And the voice which breathed peace to the waves of the sea,<br>In the hush of my spirit would whisper to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what if my feet may not tread where He stood,<br>Nor my ears hear the dashing of Gallilee's flood,<br>Nor my eyes see the cross which He bowed him to bear,<br>Nor my knees press Gethsemane's garden of prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, Loved of the Father, Thy spirit is near<br>To the meek, and the lowly, and penitent here;<br>And the voice of thy love is the same even now,<br>As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow,mdash;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the outward hath gone!-but in glory and power,<br>The SPIRIT surviveth the things of an hour;<br>Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame<br>On the heart's secret altar is burning the same!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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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.

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