Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CHRIST'S ENTRANCE INTO JERUSALEM, by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

CHRIST'S ENTRANCE INTO JERUSALEM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: He sat upon the ass's foal and rode
Last Line: In earth or heaven, equal unto this?
Subject(s): Jesus Christ


HE sat upon the "ass's foal" and rode
Toward Jerusalem. Beside him walk'd,
Closely and silently, the faithful twelve,
And on before him went a multitude
Shouting Hosannas, and with eager hands
Strewing their garments thickly in his way.
Th' unbroken foal beneath him gently stepp'd,
Tame as its patient dam; and as the song
Of "welcome to the Son of David" burst
Forth from a thousand children, and the leaves
Of the waved branches touch'd its silken ears,
It turn'd its wild eye for a moment back,
And then, subdued by an invisible hand,
Meekly trode onward with its slender feet.

The dew's last sparkle from the grass had gone
As he rode up Mount Olivet. The woods
Threw their cool shadows freshly to the west,
And the light foal, with quick and toiling step,
And head bent low, kept its unslacken'd way
Till its soft mane was lifted by the wind
Sent o'er the mount from Jordan. As he reach'd
The summit's breezy pitch, the Saviour raised
His calm blue eye -- there stood Jerusalem!
Eagerly he bent forward, and beneath
His mantle's passive folds, a bolder line
Than the wont slightness of his perfect limbs
Betray'd the swelling fulness of his heart.
There stood Jerusalem! How fair she look'd --
The silver sun on all her palaces,
And her fair daughters 'mid the golden spires
Tending their terrace flowers, and Kedron's stream
Lacing the meadows with its silver band,
And wreathing its mist-mantle on the sky
With the morn's exhalations. There she stood --
Jerusalem -- the city of his love,
Chosen from all the earth; Jerusalem --
That knew him not -- and had rejected him;
Jerusalem -- for whom he came to die!
The shouts redoubled from a thousand lips
At the fair sight; the children leap'd and sang
Louder Hosannas; the clear air was fill'd
With odor from the trampled olive-leaves --
But "Jesus wept." The loved disciple saw
His Master's tears, and closer to his side
He came with yearning looks, and on his neck
The Saviour leant with heavenly tenderness,
And mourn'd -- "How oft, Jerusalem! would I
Have gather'd you, as gathereth a hen
Her brood beneath her wings -- but ye would not!"

He thought not of the death that he should die --
He thought not of the thorns he knew must pierce
His forehead -- of the buffet on the cheek --
The scourge, the mocking homage, the foul scorn! --
Gethsemane stood out beneath his eye
Clear in the morning sun, and there, he knew,
While they who "could not watch with him one hour"
Were sleeping, he should sweat great drops of blood,
Praying the "cup might pass." And Golgotha
Stood bare and desert by the city wall,
And in its midst, to his prophetic eye,
Rose the rough cross, and its keen agonies
Were number'd all -- the nails were in his feet --
Th' insulting sponge was pressing on his lips --
The blood and water gushing from his side --
The dizzy faintness swimming in his brain --
And, while his own disciples fled in fear,
A world's death-agonies all mix'd in his!
Ay! -- he forgot all this. He only saw
Jerusalem, -- the chos'n -- the loved -- the lost!
He only felt that for her sake his life
Was vainly giv'n, and, in his pitying love,
The sufferings that would clothe the Heavens in black,
Were quite forgotten. Was there ever love,
In earth or heaven, equal unto this?





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net