Old Palestine still lies between the great desert and the seas. The women still grind the corn, stand gossiping about the well, and wrap their babies in swaddling clothes. The shepherds wander through the bare hills with their sheep and lead them, when spring comes, to the green pastures and the still waters. But there are _New Paths Through Old Palestine_. They cross age-worn desert-ways, go down into the shadows of deep valleys, climb hoary mountains, follow Elijah’s chariot through great spaces of the sky. The new paths bring new days fraught with possibilities. In time they _may_ bring a new Palestine: not the mystic land of the Zionists but the promised land of which the prophets and poets of Israel sang. Old Palestine died in nineteen-fourteen with the rest of the world that was and will never be again. New Palestine is born. What its future shall be depends upon the souls of those who follow the new paths. They may lead only to temporary triumph, to the selfish goals of the kingdoms of men: they _may_ lead to the Kingdom of God. [Illustration: Margaret Slattery.] NOVEMBER 1, 1921. “_Ah no! that sacred land Where fell the wearied feet of the lone Christ Robs not the soul of faith._” —_Richard Watson Gilder._ CONTENTS PAGE I GO UP TO JERUSALEM 3 I GO OVER TO BETHLEHEM 21 I GO DOWN TO JERICHO 39 I GO TO BETHANY 61 I GO OUT TO THE MOUNT OF OLIVES 79 I GO TO THE GARDEN 97 I GO DOWN INTO EGYPT 113 I GO UP TO JERUSALEM _Our feet are standing Within thy gates, O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that art builded As a city that is compact together.— Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Peace be within thy walls, And prosperity within thy palaces._ _Praise Jehovah, O Jerusalem; Praise thy God, O Zion, For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee. He maketh peace in thy borders._ —_Psalms 122, 147._ I GO UP TO JERUSALEM