I GO TO BETHANY
I tell you when I looked upon these fields,And stony valleys,—through the purple veilOf twilight, or what time the Orient sunMade shining jewels of the barren rocks,—Something within me trembled; for I said:This picture once was mirrored in His eyes;This sky, that lake, those hills, this loveliness,To Him familiar were; this is the wayTo Bethany.—Richard Watson Gilder.
I tell you when I looked upon these fields,And stony valleys,—through the purple veilOf twilight, or what time the Orient sunMade shining jewels of the barren rocks,—Something within me trembled; for I said:This picture once was mirrored in His eyes;This sky, that lake, those hills, this loveliness,To Him familiar were; this is the wayTo Bethany.—Richard Watson Gilder.
I tell you when I looked upon these fields,And stony valleys,—through the purple veilOf twilight, or what time the Orient sunMade shining jewels of the barren rocks,—Something within me trembled; for I said:This picture once was mirrored in His eyes;This sky, that lake, those hills, this loveliness,To Him familiar were; this is the wayTo Bethany.—Richard Watson Gilder.
I tell you when I looked upon these fields,
And stony valleys,—through the purple veil
Of twilight, or what time the Orient sun
Made shining jewels of the barren rocks,—
Something within me trembled; for I said:
This picture once was mirrored in His eyes;
This sky, that lake, those hills, this loveliness,
To Him familiar were; this is the way
To Bethany.
—Richard Watson Gilder.