Gennesar
Reading edition
Bright ’neath the Syrian sun, dim ’neath the Syrian star, Thus lieth Galilee’s sea, sapphirine lake Gennesar; Girdled by mountains that range purple and proud to their crests, Bearing the burden of dreams,—glamour of eld,—on their breasts. Just one white glint of a sail dotting the brooding expanse; Beaches that sparkle and gleam, ripples that darkle and dance; Grandeur and beauty and peace welded year-long into one, Under the Syrian star, under the Syrian sun! And over all and through all memories sweet of His name Kindling the past with their light, touching the future with flame!