Bethlehem
O ye who sail Potomac's even tide To Vernon's shades, our Chieftain's hallowed mound; Or who at distant shrines high paeans sound In Alfred's cult, old England's morning pride; Or seek Versailles, conceited as a bride, With garish memories of kins strewn round; Or lay your spirit's cheek on Forum ground, For here a mighty Caesar lived and died: To these and other stones, O ye who speed, Since there, forsooth, a prince was passing great, More zealous let your heart's adoring heed The Child most Royal in a crib's estate. No poor so poor, no king more king than He: Come, better pilgrims, to this mystery.
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"O ye who sail Potomac's even tide..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Michael Earls delivers a powerful performance in "Bethlehem"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...