Gethsemane! there's holy blood Upon thy green and waving brow; Gethsemane! a God hath stood, And o'er thy branches bended low! There, drops of agony have hung Mingled with blood upon his brow; For sin his bosom there was wrung, And there it bled for human woe. There, in the darkest hour of night, Alone he watched, alone he prayed; Didst thou not tremble at the sight? A God reviled! -- a God betrayed! Gethsemane! so dark a scene Ne'er blotted the wide book of time! Oblivion's veil can never screen So dark a deed, so black a crime! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HARMONY by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT TWILIGHT TIME by MILDRED SOUTHWORTH BRYAN THE CHURCHYARD by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN JUDICIUM PARIDIS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |