A Poet lived in Galilee, Whose mother dearly knew him, And his beauty like a cooling tree Drew many people to him. He had sweet-hearted things to say, And he was angry only When people were unkind. That day He'd stand there straight and lonely, And tell them what they ought to do: "Love other folks," he pleaded, "As you love me and I love you;" Yet almost no one heeded. A Poet lived in Galilee. They stared at him and slew him. @3What would they do to you and me If we could say we knew him?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL TO JANE: THE INVITATION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |