Gethsemane! there's holy blood Upon thy green and waving brow; Gethsemane! a God hath stood, And o'er thy branches bended low! There, drops of agony have hung Mingled with blood upon his brow; For sin his bosom there was wrung, And there it bled for human woe. There, in the darkest hour of night, Alone he watched, alone he prayed; Didst thou not tremble at the sight? A God reviled! -- a God betrayed! Gethsemane! so dark a scene Ne'er blotted the wide book of time! Oblivion's veil can never screen So dark a deed, so black a crime! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE MAD SCULPTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 106 by BLISS CARMAN WRITTEN IN HEALTH by CAROLINE CLIVE AT THE GRAVE OF KEATS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |