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Rh We have gazed down from Golgotha,
 * On the valley our gazes we cast in a dream;

The field-lilies there were in blossom,
 * The figs grew ripe in the gloom's reddish gleam.

The fragrance of olives gushed forth,
 * As if into space from a censer 'twere cast;

Men's songs full of longing
 * Upon the horizon in harmony passed.

Peace was amid their movement,
 * As tho' in devotion in toil of a throng;

The countenance glowed in delight of a fervent love,
 * They bowed them in mercy for them that knew wrong.

Why did we go from thence!
 * On the loftiest of the heights we have pined;

We descended and passed at midnight away,
 * But other Days and Suns did not find.

"" (1903).