“No, No—! too late! ye cannot enter now!”
The words are found in “Queen Guinevere,” a canto of the “Idyls of the King.”
“OH, GALILEE, SWEET GALILEE.”
This is the chorus of a charming poem of three stanzas that shaped itself in the mind of Mr. Robert Morris while sitting over the ruins on the traditional site of Capernaum by the Lake of Genneseret.
Each cooing dove, each sighing bough,
That makes the eve so blest to me,
Has something far diviner now,
It bears me back to Galilee.
Chorus
Oh, Galilee, sweet Galilee,