Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By James WillisThe Harp of Zion
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In the shadow of the hill;
The child of promise weepeth
His weary exile still;
The ages of his sorrow
Flow on like Jordan’s stream;
He looketh for the morrow,
But cannot see its beam.
His father’s land of birth;
His footstep ne’er reposeth
In the nations of the earth;
To them he blindly holdeth
The lamp he cannot see;
While darkness deep enfoldeth
The homes of Galilee!
Thou’lt judge him in thy wrath;
But bid the darkness sever
Above his destined path;
In thy dread book is written
The period of his doom;
And the vale thy curse has smitten,
As a garden yet shall bloom.
Are closing o’er the land;
And every sign presages
The morn again at hand;
The darkness swiftly weareth,
Light trembles from the shore;
Each wind of heaven prepareth
The wanderer to restore!