Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Cora WilburnA Call to Israel
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He of the dauntless soul in warrior guise,
To lead anew the world’s hope of the free,
While silent nations Israel’s claim denies;
Shall tortured hearts by hands tyrannic slain,
Throughout long years bear martyrdom in vain?
Predestined champion of illustrious race,—
His portion more than splendors of a throne;
To bear aloft the Lion standard’s grace;
With human voice of God’s authority,
To summon all the hosts of Liberty!
Eating the bitter crusts of poverty;
A trembling exile, on a foreign soil,
Our New Deliverer finds that destiny
Has wrought misfortune for Life’s higher aim,
And the world’s freedom in God’s holy name.
Into the selfish life’s forgetfulness,
The heart thornless flowers of beauty culled,
Feels the quick throb of pitying helpfulness;
The wakened conscience, for the needs of Time,
Fashions the hero unto acts sublime.
The reverent daring of the Woman-soul;
Fair Esther proved her birthright to a throne;
Great names adorn eventful centuries’ roll,
With trumpet-blast of battle;—silent deed,
Of noblest service to a world in need.
Of the All-Merciful, Eternal One,
Find ’mid the multitude of brave and free,
Some modern Judith? in ascendance won
For Freedom’s holiest cause; to light the way
Unto the Tyrants’ overthrow, To-day!
As ’gainst all warfare hearts humane declaim;
That is no righteous use of liberty,
That blends with Freedom’s breath a despot’s name.
By force and fraud, and cruel wrong assailed,
With sheathed sword, Justice keeps her pure eyes veiled!
And Force and Fraud, hand linked with Bigotry,
Form the Chief Guards of Russia’s sovereignty.
Welcome the Conqueror in whatever guise!
Life is but living death when liberty
Beneath Oppression’s stifling process dies.
Rise valiant daughters of the prophet line.
Rise, Jewish warriors with the rage divine,
That scorns subjections! better honored graves,
Than longer be the blood-stained Tyrant’s slaves.
The world that should espouse your cause is still—
Arise! Arm! Strike! do Freedom’s holy will!