As for me, a perfect troop of lofty emotions wuz sweepin' through my mind, as I looked 'round me on the very same seen our Lord had looked at.

Low old-fashioned stun housen such as He might have entered in, men and wimmen clad in long robes such as He wore.
And to think of seein' the Via Dolorosa, the Way of Sorrows, that He walked, carryin' the agony of humanity, and the pityin' compassion of divinity.
And the Nine Stations of the Cross where our Lord stopped to rest on that bitter journey, toiling up the steep hill carrying up the heavy cross and the woes and sins of the world, awful! beautiful Calvary! sacred, heart-breaking, holy place.

How my soul burnt within me thinkin' of all this as I stood in the Holy City.
And there wuz the Tower of David, the Shepherd king.

I always liked David, though I could advised him for his good in lots of things.

He didn't do right by Ury, and he ortn't to had so many wives, if he'd scrimped himself a little in 'em, mebby his son, Solomon, wouldn't had so many, and one is enough, as I told Josiah.
"Yes," sez he with intense conviction in his tone.