"But now in beauty and in light we see The hills and vales of far-famed Galilee. Though man may walk no more, as in old time, With step of freedom, and with brow sublime; Though on the Jew the Moslem pours disdain, And thinks him less than reptile of the plain; Though Rapine, mocking law, may prowl the land, And Murder daily rear her blood-stained hand,— Still Nature smiles, and Galilee appears Fair as a bride, although a bride in tears. In Jezreel’s vale the corn is waving deep, Fir, larch, and myrtle grace high Tabor’s steep; In warm Sepphoris’ beds the tulip’s streak Rivals red Morn when soft her blushes break; Ten thousand pansies breathe their odorous breath, And orchards bloom round holy Nazareth; While birds with song, as cooler eve comes on, Fill the green groves of bowery Zebulon."