In Galilee

Once more once more the immeasurable air,
Without a vaporous shred to blur the view!
Once more the mountain breeze, the globes of dew,
Each with its prisoned rainbow, full and fair!
Once more the bird-song, rising like a prayer,
And Galilee's still sea, a floor of blue!
Once more the hollows and the heights He knew
Who long aforetime hoped and suffered there!

And O once more wave upon flowery wave,—
Vetches and lupins and anemones
That merge and mingle till they seem as one!
And over all, as when He came to save,
Pouring its golden wine that hath no lees,
Majestic, the inextinguishable sun!