"Can a mother forget her own,

Her only son, her bosom child? Will other children satisfy

The craving for the first that smiled?
Will ever multitude replace

The laugh that lit the cradled face?
Never, never will Zion rest.

Until her own are in her nest."

JOHN D. NUSSBAUM.

Redemption

AWAKE, oh Israel! and hear

That thy Redemption draweth near;

Arise ye mourners! God hath sent
Fulfilment of His covenant!

It cometh not by war's decrees
And blood of martyrs broad as seas;
The deeper purposes of God
We learn in kindness, not by rod.!

Within yourself, O Israel!

Deliverance cometh-heed this wail!
Then cease thy groans; Be men! Be men!
And God will send Redemption then.

What slave was freed, who loved his yoke?
Thou canst not rise with spirits broke.
God's beloved art thou still,

O Israel, obey his will.

And even now His chosen seed

Shall reap those blessings long decreed.
Be worthy then-your God shall see
And His Redemption send to thee.

Honor the God thy fathers loved
And love the God thy fathers praised';
Then Israel, thou'lt rise again

A people honored by all men. ANONYMOUS.

Good Tidings to Zion
(Isa. lii. 7)

ON the mountain's top appearing,

Lo, the sacred herald stands,

Welcome news to Zion bearing,

Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,

God himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;

Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blest;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.

THOMAS KELLY.

A Cry for Zion

"BEHOLD, as I sit here, alone and forlorn,

Very often I wish I had never been born, For of all of my travail, my sorrow and pain, Oh, can ye, O nations, discover my gain?

Ye tread on my beard and ye spit in my face,
And ye clothe me in chains and the badge of disgrace.
And ye come and advise me to lose myself quite,
And assimilate with the dark shadows of night.
As well to exhort the Gulf Stream to be mixed
With the cold, icy ocean wherein it is fixed;
Or advise in the heavens the great Milky Way
To be lost in the stars that most everywhere lay.

"Oh, no! If true justice still lingers on earth
You will give me the home that was mine from my
birth.

Return me the land where I battled and fought,
The land every inch of which dearly I bought,
Very dearly I bought with the blood of my veins,
Where I struggled for freedom and shatter'd my
chains;

Where I strove with and conquer'd wild races of men,
Gog-Magog, the giants, I drove from their den;
Where I worshipped my God and expounded His law,
And where first the great light of His Wisdom I

saw.

"In that land were my fathers for ages interred,

And the prophets and sages who lived by the Word, There the graves of my martyrs abound on the plains, And the roads are yet strewn with my children's remains!

Every stone in that land is a tear from my eye,

In its mountains still lingers the breath of my sigh. In its forests my wailing can yet be discerned,Lives a soul who would say thus: 'I am not concerned?'

Then return me my country! If justice yet dwell Here on earth, O return me, return my Beth-el!"

L. SMIRNOW.

A Song of Zion

(Dedicated to the Zionist Society of Montreal)

WE E are coming, coming, coming. Fling our banner

to the breeze.

In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest

seas.

We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil, To make our home in Palestine and tread its holy soil.

O, let the song of gladness rise; let all the nations hear

The anthem of a mighty host of Zion drawing near, Across the mountains, through the vales, and o'er the ocean's foam,

Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home!

'Twas said of old by one whose lips were touched by Heaven's fire,'

That God's own house would be built up, than hills and mountains higher;.

That from its portals would go forth to all the world the word,

That may we learn His ways, and walk in truth before the Lord;

That Sword and Spear would broken be, and turned to arts of peace;

That all the panoply of war and strife forever cease; That nation shall not lift up sword against nation, as

of yore,

But listen to the voice of God and learn of war no

more.

O, Children of the Covenant, perhaps the day is

near,

E'en now, if clear

you

will listen, you may hear the accents

Of One who calls the scattered brood-come to Me! children, Come!

My hills are vacant. Here I am. I bid you welcome home!

Then answer-we are coming! Fling our banner to the breeze!

In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest

seas.

We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil To make our home in Palestine and tread its holy soil.

O, let the songs of gladness rise, let all the nations hear

The anthem of the mighty host of Israel drawing near; Across the mountains, through the vales, and o'er the ocean's foam,

Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home! CARROLL RYAN.

Zionism

Star of Hope! O Blessed Star!
That riseth in the East afar,
Thou shed'st a wondrous, holy light,
A pillar of fire art thou by night.

Shine forth, thou great and lovely Star!
That riseth in the East afar,

A beacon-light of faith and cheer,

Be thou to Israel far and near.

MIRIAM BLAUSTEIN.

Zionism

THE story that Herzl told was true—

Too bitter true for tears;

The blood-marked trail of the homeless Jew
Winds back two thousand years.