Jerico, Jerico,
Round and round the walls I go
Where they watch with scornful eyes,
Where the captained bastions rise;
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Smoothing a cypress beam
With a scarred hand,
I saw a carpenter
In a far land.
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From the surge of the western ocean and the roaring
of the sea,
From the Land of the Orange Blossom, thy daughter
cried to thee,
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So plained the Poet from a land of fire,
Forgetful of the gaudy melon-bloom,
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There is wonder in the wander-lust that sets the
feet to roaming,
And love has met me on the road and sweetened all
the gloaming;
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A poor bewildered, half-crazed crone
She died, forgotten and alone;
And some there were who stopped to scoff
When the old dame was taken off,
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How pitiful are little folk—
They seem so very small;
They look at stars, and think they are
Denominational.
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I cannot think nor reason,
I only know he came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame.
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There be five things to a man's desire:
Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside.
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