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about (by bis fisher friends; of Nazaretih, but a
short day’s journey away from the Sea, that busy,
sprawling town scattered over the hillside, his
boy-hood home. What tender memories must there
not have been in his mind as it journeyed through
this familiar country.
A last fiery streak from the departing sun
touched with crimson the summit of the mound
out-side the western wall on whose bald, bleak brow
tragedy was stamped. What had he thought, that
lonely Man, as his mind returned from its pleasant
pilgrimage and rested on that grim hill?
Evening had now enfolded the City, and the
Temple was draped in solemn shadows. Toward
the south I saw a star, then another, then many,
shining softly, steadily, kindly, so high up there.
And down below were the undulating hills sleeping
secure beneath t)he tender stars. On such a night,
I thought, on an unsuspecting world, a star had
shone much as these shine now. And behind that
low hill, beyond those vineyards by the roadside,
was the focal point of its luminous beams. Silent
as the shadows themselves, a little cavalcade of
long-limbed camels stole along the road, out past
the Valley of Hinnom, across the Valley of
Re-phaim, past Rachel’s Tomb, past fields where
shep-herds lay watching their flocks, and on to a
eer-tain cave. A cave? No, rather a Palace of Light.
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