Classic Poem

And Him evermore I beheld
—Walking in Galilee;
Through the cornfield's waving gold,
In hamlet, in wood, in wold,
—By the shores of the Beautiful Sea.
He toucheth the sightless eyes,
—Before Him the demons flee;
To the dead He sayeth, “Arise!”
—To the living, “Follow me!”
And that voice shall still sound on
From the centuries that are gone
—To the centuries that shall be.

And Him evermore I beheld
Walking in Galilee;
Through the cornfield's waving gold,
In hamlet, in wood, in wold,
By the shores of the Beautiful Sea.
He toucheth the sightless eyes,
Before Him the demons flee;
To the dead He sayeth, “Arise!”
To the living, “Follow me!”
And that voice shall still sound on
From the centuries that are gone
To the centuries that shall be.