Before red flashes Told of stormy night. She looked afar, through misty ages vast, And saw her progeny the scorn of men, Far scattered, trod to earth to rise again, And hold distinction, though the world. should last Till sun and planets fell in void of time And light was scant as when the world was born. She saw her sons surmount the stings of scorn With sad eyes and with brow of care; sublime In aspect, her breast throbbing with new life; Beheld universal motherhood's young Cease their dire bickerings. She stood among The children of the earth unstirred by strife; Saw creeds lose force in the long ages' span. One God, one hope, and peace o'erspread the earth, Regenerative man's new heart at birth, The soul's broad scope, and brotherhood of man. CHARLES M. WALLINGTON. BUT WHO SHALL SEE? BUT who shall see the glorious day When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend that veil away Which hides the nations now? When earth no more beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye. Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home! THOMAS MOORE (1779-1852). THE LATTER DAY. "AND ZION BE THE GLORY YET." O TRIBE of ancestry, be dumb, thy parchment roll review! What is thy line of ancestors to that which boasts the Jew? The ancient Briton, where is he? The Saxons, who are they? The Norman is a fleeting shade-a thing of yesterday. But he may boldly lift his eyes and spread his hands abroad, And say, "Four thousand years ago my sires on Canaan stood." O, who shall dare despise the Jew, whom God hath not despised, Nor yet forsaken in His wrath, though long and sore chastised? From many a distant land the Lord shall bring His people forth, And Zion be the glory yet and wonder of the earth. ANONYMOUS. ZION'S MORNING. ZION, awake! Thy night is at an end, Thy sun at last has risen, Ages of troubled sleep, The Roman battle-axe Has thundered at thy gates; The Roman torch laid low Thy marble shrine; The Roman plough thy sides Has furrowed o'er and o'er ;Yet thou hast slept! The tramp of Moslem feet, Clang of crusading steel, The sound of endless war, Voices of foe and friend, The wailing of thy sons, Have all been vain; Thou hast not waked! At length, awake, arise! HORATIUS BONAR (1808-1889). THE HARP OF ZION. THE harp of Zion sleepeth Flow on like Jordan's stream; No beam of heaven discloseth Yet not, O God, for ever Thou'lt judge him in thy wrath; But bid the darkness sever Above his destined path: In thy dread book is written And the vale thy curse has smitten, Even now the destined ages The morn again at hand: JAMES WILLIS (1790-1868). JERUSALEM'S DAYSPRING. Thy light is come! He comes, with His own hand to press Each wrinkle from thy care-worn brow; 'Tis joy, and song; and mirth, and bliss, Ali Hallel and Hosanna now. HORATIUS BONAR (1808-1889). THE RESTORATION OF ISRAEL. Daughter of Zion, from the dust, He calls thee from the dead. Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge They come, they come;-thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. Thus, though the universe shall burn, JAMES MONTCOMERY (1771-1854). THE CHOSEN ONES OF ISRAEL. THE chosen ones of Israel are scatter'd far and wide: Where flows the lordly Tiber, where rolls the Atlantic 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, in the prairies of the new, Unchanged amid all changes, to their faith forever true Alike by Niger's fountains and by Niagara's flood Still flow, unmix'd, the currents of the grand, heroic blood. Ye mourn your lasting exile, your temple strewn in dust, Yet forget not ye the promise of the righteous and the just Ye know ye shall be gathered, from every clime and shore, And be again the chosen of Jehovah evermore. From Assyria, Egypt, Elam-from Patmos, Cush, Shinar From Hamath, and the islands of foreign seas afarFrom all the earth's four corners, where Israel's children roam, Shall the dispers'd of Judah throng to their long promis'd home. And again, like some high mountain whose tops are crown'd with snow, Shall the Temple's thousand turrets in the golden sunset glow And again before their altars shall the congregations stand, On thy plains, O, lov'd Jerusalem! the happy, holy land! And it shall come to pass that the remnant in that day, Upon the Lord of Hosts above, the great I AM, shall stay: And the escap'd of Jacob, from the paths which they have trod, Shall return to him that smote themyour fathers' mighty God! PARK BENJAMIN (1809-1864). THE JEWS. WHEN the fair year Of your Deliverer comes, And that long frost which now benumbs Your hearts shall thaw; when angels here Shall yet to man appear, Beneath the oke and juniper; Which now these many, many springs Shall with spread wings Descend, and living waters flow To make drie dust, and dead trees grow; Might live and see the olive bear And, without rot and sap, decay, For as your fast and foul decays, Fore running the bright morning star, Did sadly note his healing rays Would shine elsewhere, since you were blind, And would be cross when God was kinde, So, by all signs Our fullness, too, is now come in; And the same sun, which here declines And sets, will few hours hence begin To rise on you again, and look Toward old Mamre and Eschol's brook. Faith sojourn'd first on earth in you; You were the dear and chosen stock: The arm of God, glorious and true, Was first reveal'd to be your rock. You were the eldest child; and, when Thus, Righteous Father! doest thou deal With brutish man: thy gifts go round By turns, and timely, and so heal The lost son by the newly found. HENRY VAUGHAN (1621-1695). ZIONISM. THE story that Herzl told was true- Winds back two thousand years. Walled out by hate from the Gentile's heart, And lashed by senseless lies, |