Moonlight on Galilee

MOONLIGHT ON GALILEE. {For the Improvement Era.) Pale moonbeams glimm'ring softly fall, across the dark'ened, slumb'ring sea; The glist'ning radiance wakes the night, and thrills thy bosom, Galilee. Wide spreads the brilliance far around—a story sweet it tells to me, Of other days when Christ was here beside this shining Galilee. 0 Galilee, thy shimm'ring waves are floating on where none may see; Like tiny silver ships they rise, then sail away, o'er Galilee. The mountains gently rise o'er there, where purple mists hang o'er the sea; A glorious scene I gaze upon, 'tis moonlight on blue Galilee. Bewild'ring fair and calm the night, how bright the moon, how smooth the seaf And 0, 'twas here Christ wandered oft, or crossed before to Galilee. This sea, 'tis said, God loved the best, and chose this one himself to be Where Christ should walk to reach the boat, out on thy waters, Galilee. 0, were the gates of heaven ajar, when he uprose in majesty? And did the glory lost to earth descend again o'er Galilee? Or was it love that flitted through, the fairest angel one may see? And did her glit'ring mantle's sheen so glorify, sweet Galilee? Ah! yes; 'twas love that spread the glow, and every heart-throb thrills the sea,. Where scintillates the gloiy yet, once manifest in Galilee. My heart in rev'rence bows this eve, that here in life I once might be, Where moonlight, soft as love divine, o'erflows with splendor, Galilee. Lydia D. Alder. Tiberias, April, 1905.