The Grapes of Eshcol, Front plateThe Grapes of Eshcol, IllustrationTHE GRAPES OF ESHCOL
The Grapes of Eshcol, Front plate
The Grapes of Eshcol, Illustration
BY EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER
WITH DECORATIONS BY FRANK VINCENT DU MOND
IHAVE not entered in: across my way,Shining and deep, a silent river lies;But sometimes, in the dawning of the day,I see the vision of its vineyards rise.And once, when Joy and I walked hand in hand,One passed, his staff with purple clusters bent;The winey juices dripped along the sand,And all the air throbbed fragrance as he went.He spake no word, but in his eyes there shoneThe steady radiance of the evening star,And wooing breath of music, lightly blownBy fitful winds, came stealing from afar.And still I wait till, on some raptured morn,Astir with wings, and tremulous with light,The grapes of Eschol, through the desert borne,May gleam again upon my eager sight.Tranquil and cool, a little path will runThrough smiling meadows downward to the sea.Through fruitful vineyards shining in the sun,And Joy, that fled, will walk again with me.
IHAVE not entered in: across my way,Shining and deep, a silent river lies;But sometimes, in the dawning of the day,I see the vision of its vineyards rise.And once, when Joy and I walked hand in hand,One passed, his staff with purple clusters bent;The winey juices dripped along the sand,And all the air throbbed fragrance as he went.He spake no word, but in his eyes there shoneThe steady radiance of the evening star,And wooing breath of music, lightly blownBy fitful winds, came stealing from afar.And still I wait till, on some raptured morn,Astir with wings, and tremulous with light,The grapes of Eschol, through the desert borne,May gleam again upon my eager sight.Tranquil and cool, a little path will runThrough smiling meadows downward to the sea.Through fruitful vineyards shining in the sun,And Joy, that fled, will walk again with me.
IHAVE not entered in: across my way,Shining and deep, a silent river lies;But sometimes, in the dawning of the day,I see the vision of its vineyards rise.
IHAVE not entered in: across my way,
Shining and deep, a silent river lies;
But sometimes, in the dawning of the day,
I see the vision of its vineyards rise.
And once, when Joy and I walked hand in hand,One passed, his staff with purple clusters bent;The winey juices dripped along the sand,And all the air throbbed fragrance as he went.
And once, when Joy and I walked hand in hand,
One passed, his staff with purple clusters bent;
The winey juices dripped along the sand,
And all the air throbbed fragrance as he went.
He spake no word, but in his eyes there shoneThe steady radiance of the evening star,And wooing breath of music, lightly blownBy fitful winds, came stealing from afar.
He spake no word, but in his eyes there shone
The steady radiance of the evening star,
And wooing breath of music, lightly blown
By fitful winds, came stealing from afar.
And still I wait till, on some raptured morn,Astir with wings, and tremulous with light,The grapes of Eschol, through the desert borne,May gleam again upon my eager sight.
And still I wait till, on some raptured morn,
Astir with wings, and tremulous with light,
The grapes of Eschol, through the desert borne,
May gleam again upon my eager sight.
Tranquil and cool, a little path will runThrough smiling meadows downward to the sea.Through fruitful vineyards shining in the sun,And Joy, that fled, will walk again with me.
Tranquil and cool, a little path will run
Through smiling meadows downward to the sea.
Through fruitful vineyards shining in the sun,
And Joy, that fled, will walk again with me.
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