Far brighter than the Northern-lights that gleam
Upon the air,

The signals of the great Shekinah stream
And, like the memories of a blessed dream,
Bid him good cheer!

Good cheer, O Jacob! though a wanderer still
In all the earth.

Thy foes will but the promises fulfill
And drive the exile home to Zion's Hill,
That gave him birth.

A nation scattered through the earth, yet one
In every land;

As the blue waters of the Gulf-stream run
Through the high seas, yet mingling still with none,
Behold God's hand!

God speed the day when Jew and Gentiles all
Shall meet as one

At the glad welcome of their Father's call
In the dear home where shadows never fall,
Their warfare done.

J. H. CUTHbert.

The Fated Race

WHAT!

HAT! still reject the fated race
Thus long denied repose,

What! madly striving to efface
The rights that Heaven bestows!

Say, flows not in each Jewish vein,
Unchecked, without control,
A tide as pure, as free from stain,
As warms the Christian soul?

Do ye not yet the times discern

That these shall cease to roam;
That Shiloh pledged for their return
Will bring his ransomed home?

Be error quick to darkness hurl'd!
No more with hate pursue,

For He who died to save a world-
Immanuel-was a Jew. ANONYMOUS.

People of Zion

FROM far-off ages hath this people sprung,
To Yahweh clinging still, as they have clung
The centuries through. Tenacity of mind
In every generation-well defined-
And purposes unshaken, are the fruit

Of worship such as theirs. They pay no suit
To king or prince for favors. Like a rock
That's beaten by the waves they stand the shock
Of prejudice, that, never ceasing, rolls
And rushes all around them.

And their souls

Within their temples cluster, drawing near
The altar that has ever been so dear

To Israel; and Israel's mighty God

Seems here to speak the plainer. From the rod
Of gentile hatred here they turn to pray,

For this to them seems the most righteous way.
While we, whose minds in every season turn
To seek or find some "New Religion," learn
To look upon the Israelitish men

With reverence for their steadfast worship. When
The "candles" we have lighted waver so

That we are lost in "ists" and "isms," lo!

We see their great lamp burning still and bright;

A long white pathway shining on the night!

MARIE HARROLD GARRISON.

Israel's Mission

I

HAD a mighty vision from the skies,
A glorious vision of the years to come;

I saw a noble brotherhood arise

And life was love, and every heart was one.

Bound by the golden chains that none can break
Each unto each,

The morning stars together sang "awake!"
And God did teach.

Ay e'en the God that Israel loved so well,
Who taught of old upon the holy mount,
Whose glowing words made Moses' bosom swell,
E'en as the waters of a living fount.

And then I cried: The prophet's words were true.
Time's deathless page

Hath seen at last the promise old yet new:
The Golden Age!

A great light like a blessing o'er them fell,
A song of triumph burst upon the air,
The prophet's words were far too weak to tell
Half of the glory that was pictured there.

All to the living God of Jacob bowed
At set of sun,

A million voices chanted clear and loud-
"His name is One!"

But ah! the vision was too pure and bright
To linger on this fleeting earth of ours,
It faded like the glittering stars of night,
Or like the fragrance of the summer flowers.

And yet a meaning mystically deep,
Strange and intense,

Thrilled through that vision with a wildly sweet
Prophetic sense!

O Israel from thy sleep arise, and dare

To take the part God gave His chosen few! Then rise! oh, nobly rise! all ye who bear The sacred though oft-hated name of Jew!

Thine is the work! then falter not-press on!•
With heart and soul,

Press onward with a purpose true and strong
To reach the goal!

Thy task once done, no more the Earth shall weep, But wear in peace, Love's sacred starry crown; The nations shall their swords to ploughshares beat, And the fierce lion with the lamb lie down.

While God shall smile on those who dared to lead
The sons of men,

And they who scorned thee in thy time of need,
Shall bless thee then!

EVE DAVIESON.

To Young Israel
HOW cloudy is the sky!—

And thou, thou askest me
If there's in Heav'n a God,
A God of Liberty.
Oh, child, oh, ask me not!

I couldn't lie.

How cloudy is the sky,

How gloomy is the world

But thou, thou art the same

From land to land though twirled

Thy lips yet spell the name;

"Help, Adonai!"

Don't listen to thy foes!

My child, thy aim is near:
Thou willst not be their prey
Thy deeds are good and clear

They are the thistles, they

Thou art the rose.

Don't listen to thy foes!
Their Saviour was, too
A son of thine by birth:

Tell them that He-a Jew-
Brought them redemption on earth;
To heaven he rose.

Don't be afraid of them,

They tell the same old lie

Thou need'st their children's blood-
But, child, they vainly try

To stamp thee in the mud

'Tis but a flam!

Don't be afraid of them,

Jehovah is thy guide;

Thou, tribe of worthy men,

Thou'llst be the nation's pride,

"The world's gem."

M. OSIAS.

The Mystic Tie

HERE is a mystic tie that joins

THERE

The children of the Hebrew race

In bonds of sympathy and love,

Which time and change cannot efface.

When, 'mid the world's abuse and scorn,
The sons of Israel bravely stood,
That bond was holier, stronger still-
Cemented by their martyr's blood.

And though to-day the Hebrew dwells
In every clime and every land,

Yet, joined to that immortal tie,
A holy brotherhood they stand.