Author Grace Fallow Norton My dearest, fairest hope, (O life's full bitter tide)Had his Gethsemane last night On the lone mountain-side.Then out upon bare Golgotha How great and sure he died.At the right side of him and left, Two fears were crucified. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments