Poems for Young Judaeans

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE PROMISED LAND O little Land of lapping seas, Of vineyards, vales and hills, Of tender rains and rainbow plains, Of deserts and of rills; 0 little Land of mounting crags, Of lonely height and deep, A world away thy children stray And long1 and wait and weep. Refrain: From Egypt's flesh-pots, Lord of...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE PROMISED LAND O little Land of lapping seas, Of vineyards, vales and hills, Of tender rains and rainbow plains, Of deserts and of rills; 0 little Land of mounting crags, Of lonely height and deep, A world away thy children stray And long1 and wait and weep. Refrain: From Egypt's flesh-pots, Lord of wrath, With mighty outstretched hand, Through seas and mountains cleave our path; Oh Lord, redeem our Land 1 know the golden oranges Englobed beneath the moon, The sky that spills 'twixt seas and hills Its shining draught of noon, The vines that bind our holy hills With grapes like jewels set, The silver green of olive sheen? Oh, can my soul forget O little Land of holy men, Of fearless dream and deed, From clime to clime the storms of time, Have strown thy hardy seed; And fearless still, and holy still, We sang through hate and shame, With faith we fought, with deed and thought, And God's enduring name. My heart is singing like a bird Of home that still may be, And joys I dared to leave, and spared, Hold out their arms to me. We cannot sleep in cushioned ease, Nor yield to martial will, But we must hear God's trumpet clear Sound peace upon His Hill. Jessie E. Sampter. THE CHOSEN ONES OF ISRAEL The chosen ones of Israel are scatter'd far and wide: Where flows the lordly Tiber, where rolls the At- lantic tide, By Danube's winding waters, by Hudson's crystal springs, Dwell the myriad descendants of the Prophets and the Kings. Abroad along the valleys are their habitations found, They are hunters in the forest, and tillers of the ground, The rising sun beholds them in torrid realms afar, And on their broken legions looks down the northern star. In the old world's crowded cities, ..