Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down,
And thy spray on the dust of His sandals was thrown.
Beyond are Bethulia’s[414] mountains of green,
And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene[415];
And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor[416] to see
The gleam of thy waters, O dark Galilee!
3. There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang
To the song which the beautiful prophetess sang,
When the princes of Issachar[417] stood by her side,
And the shout of a host in its triumph replied.