Classic Poem

NAZARETH: THE HOME OF HIS YOUTH .

I thought of Jesus in the Vale
Of N AZARETH , sweet N AZARETH .
His name is murmured in its Fount, —
His praises sweep along its Mount, —
His youthful feet have trodden there, —
His earliest thoughts distilled in prayer;
Then, as I bowed in faith,
This voice from N AZARETH I heard, —
The Vale is Holy to our youthful Lord!