But now resigned in faith and trust At least beneath thy hallowed dust Oh! give the wanderer room. CRU FRANCES BROwne. The Arch of Titus RUMBLING, age-worn, in Rome the eternal, With its carven Jewish captives Shouldering the holy Menorah. And each nightfall, when the turmoil The shackled Jews alone withstand them, HARRY WOLFSOHN. (Trans. from the Hebrew by Horace M. Kallen.) Tourist and Cicerone OOD sir, thou didst me order "GOOD To lead thee through this border, To view this very place; But through this archway Roman "Then, sir, do not command me, "My faithful guide, know thy way I forthwith made remark; Whereat he gazed in wonder His eyelids teardrops stole, Of course, my tears descended, While I the greeting ended, "Adonoi Echod!" Around the archway turning, The past within us burning"Jehovah is our God," LUDWIG AUGUST FRANKL. (Translated by Henry Cohen.) Judea I SAW in rift of cloud a beaming light That spread soft radiance over Judea's plain, Where mother of a race watched sunny rain 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 bright, The soul's broad scope, and brotherhood of man. CHARLES M. WALLINGTON. The Tombs of the Fathers IN Babylon they sat and wept Down by the river's willowy side, And when the breeze their harp-strings swept, No Cyrus comes to set them free From ages of captivity. All lands are Babylons to them, Exiles and fugitives they roam: What is their own Jerusalem? The place where they are least at home! Yet hither from all climes they come, And pay their gold for leave to shed Tears o'er the generations fled. Around, the eternal mountains stand, But, ah! forever vanished hence Now mourn beneath the oppressor's rod Forever mingled with this soil Those armies of the Lord of Hosts, That conquer'd Canaan, shared the spoil, Quelled Moab's pride, stormed Midian's posts, Spread paleness through Philistia's coasts, And taught the foes, whose idols fell, "There is a God in Israel." Now David's tabernacle gone, What mighty builder shall restore? The golden throne of Solomon, And ivory palace, are no more: The Psalmist's song, the Preacher's lore, Of all they did, alone remain Unperished trophies of their reign. Holy and beautiful, of old Was Zion 'midst her princely bowers; Besiegers trembled to behold. Bulwarks that set at nought their powers; Swept from the earth are all her towers; Nor is there so is she bereft One stone upon another left. 7 The very site whereon she stood, In vain the foot, the eye would trace; Vengeance, for saints' and martyrs' blood, Her wails did utterly efface; Dungeons and dens usurp their place; The Cross and Crescent shine afar, But where is Jacob's natal star? Still inexterminable-still Devoted to their mother-land, Her offspring haunt the temple hill, And bite the lip, and clench the hand; Today in that lorn vale they weep, Where patriarchs, kings, and prophets sleep. * And by the Gentiles in their pride "Zion, forsaken and forgot, Hath felt thy stroke, and owns it just; Whose sons take pleasure in her dust; The city, throned in gorgeous state, How doth she now sit desolate!" JAMES MONTGOMERY. |