The Hills of Galilee

I love to think of the sunlit hillsIn the land of Galilee,The same fair hills that our Master lovedIn his earthly ministry.

The shadows across them softly play;Dawns touch their summits with rose;And still the sunset's beautiful lightUpon them radiantly glows.

December 16, 1939

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