Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Jessie E. SampterThe Promised Land
O
Of vineyards, vales and hills;
Of tender rains and rainbow plains,
Of deserts and of rills;
O little Land of mounting crags,
Of lonely height and deep;
A world away thy children stray
And long and wait and weep.
With mighty outstretched hand,
Through seas and mountains cleave our path;
Oh! Lord, redeem our land!
Englobed beneath the moon,
The sky that spills ’twixt seas and hills
Its shining draught of noon;
The vines that bind our holy hills
With grapes like jewels set;
The silver green of olive sheen
Oh, can my soul forget?
Of fearless dream and deed;
From clime to clime the storms of time
Have strewn thy hardy seed,
And fearless still and holy still,
We sang through hate and shame;
With faith we fought, with deed and thought
And God’s enduring name.
Of home that still may be,
And joys I dared to leave, and spared,
Hold out their arms to me.
We cannot sleep in cushioned ease
Nor yield to martial will,
But we must hear God’s trumpet clear
Sound peace upon His Hill.