27.12.2010, 17:10
NEHEMIAH'S NIGHT RIDE.
When Nehemiah rode into the dark,
And stones of ruin cumber'd his advance,
And old locaUties were hard to mark,
Methinks he spent some moments in a trance
Of sounds from past and future—Abraham's foot
With Isaac's on Moriah ; then the sigh
Of Moses, beyond Jordan doom'd to die.
So near the soil wherein his heart had root :
' Ay ! ' thought he, ' and my own fond suit was mei
By earthly and by heavenly sympathy ! '
Then came sweet tones from far Gennesaret,
A plash, as from the casting of a net,
The noise as of a Cross grounded and set
Hard by him, and a loud and lonely cry !
When Nehemiah rode into the dark,
And stones of ruin cumber'd his advance,
And old locaUties were hard to mark,
Methinks he spent some moments in a trance
Of sounds from past and future—Abraham's foot
With Isaac's on Moriah ; then the sigh
Of Moses, beyond Jordan doom'd to die.
So near the soil wherein his heart had root :
' Ay ! ' thought he, ' and my own fond suit was mei
By earthly and by heavenly sympathy ! '
Then came sweet tones from far Gennesaret,
A plash, as from the casting of a net,
The noise as of a Cross grounded and set
Hard by him, and a loud and lonely cry !