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E'er troubles grave, grave, grave,
Forever slave, slave, slave,
E'er seek to know, know, know,
Joys in the curses of the foe.

And thus year after year, alas,
Yea, thus age after age doth pass
Without a hope, without a goal,
While dread and terror fill our soul,
As wildly wandering we go,
From pain to pain, from woe to woe,
E'er on the way, way, way,

Forever sigh, sigh, sigh,

And luckless e'en when we die.

But from our ancient city thus
Beckons our ancient God to us,

Whose voice conveys this message blest,
"Come here, at last you'll find your rest!
Yea, here, at last upon your desolate hill
The son of Judah dreameth still."
Then hear Him call, call, call,
Go, seek the Temple's ancient wall,
Yea, trust in God, God, God,

Lo, there will cease the tyrant's rod.

MORRIS ROSenfeld.

(Translated by Isidore Myers.)

Psalm CXXVI

WHEN Zion's dire captivity

WHEN

The Lord had turned once more,

And we, like those who dream amazed

Could scarce believe it o'er,

Then was our mouth with laughter filled
Our tongue with song too, fraught;

Then said the heathen Lo! the Lord
For them great things hath wrought!

The Lord hath done great things for us,
At which we are elate.

Turn, as the southern streams, again,
O Lord! our captive state.

Who sow in tears, shall reap in joy,
And he that wand'ring grieves,
Yet bearing precious seeds, ere long,
Shall with the joyous voice of song,
Come laden with his sheaves.

Zionism

'HE dreamers are not dead in Israel.

THE

I. R. B.

To-day the young dream dreams, and with

the old

Live visions of a deathless past. They dwell

In every land, yet hills of Zion hold

More glory than the fame of kings can bring;.

More hope than ages have preserved. The voices of a golden morning ring

With victories, extolling gifts reserved

For those who 'neath the vine and fig tree sit,
And people realms bereft of ancient charms.
The souls of prophets with their souls are knit,
And martyred heroes call again to arms
The sons of Judah. Stars of morning shine,
And dawn breaks o'er an orphaned Palestine.
JOSEPH LEISer.

Theodore Herzl

SUCH men are rare-they tow'r above mankind

Like Himalayan peaks that touch the skies,-
Missioned for a majestic enterprise,

They sway not in the fury of the wind;
And on the scroll of life their names are signed
In characters of flame. The great and wise
Know them afar, and at their bidding rise
To nobler conquests of the heart and mind.

Thou, too, hast dreamed a world compelling dream—
With glance prophetic and unfalt'ring soul.
Thy Israel thou strovest to redeem,

And lead the sorrowing to a longed-for goal.
If thou wert dreaming, Herzl, sleep content-
A dream like Thy God unto Moses sent.

FELIX N. GERSON.

WHO

To Theodore Herzl

HO called thee to such holy high estate? Who taught thy lips the all-redeeming Word, Which touched us to emotions as we heard And soars aloft to Him, that guides our fate? Who kindled Ardor's undiminished flame; To make thee bold and eager to attain, Despite all that gives thee deepest pain, The highest good, not evanescent fame; Who doth sustain the skyward lifted hand, The hopeful sign and symbol of our zeal, Upraised high our shattered nerves to steel As if in warning that we dauntless stand?— It is the God within the nation's soul That spurs him on to dare to do the right. He guides his steps and steadieth his sight That he may strive unswerving towards the goal; Like all true servants of the living God,

Thou gavest heed to that Celestial Voice

And didst assume our burdens, of Thy Choice.
Thy heart inspired, thy spirit overawed,
Remain our true exemplar in the strife,
Though good reward or evil be thy share
We follow thee, for Zion everywhere
To struggle for the newly dawning life.

GUSTAV GOTTH EIL.

(Translated by George Alexander Kohut.)

FA

Theodore Herzl

"AREWELL, O Prince, farewell, O sorely tried! You dreamed a dream and you have paid the cost: To save a people leaders must be lost;

By foes and followers be crucified,
Yet 'tis your body only that has died.
The noblest soul in Judah is not dust
But fire that works in every vein and must
Reshape our life, rekindling Israel's pride.

So we behold the captain of our strife
Triumphant in this moment of eclipse;
Death has but fixed him to immortal life,
His flag upheld, the trumpet at his lips.
And while we, weeping rend our garment's hem,
"Next year," we cry, "next year, Jerusalem."

ISRAEL ZANGWILL.

Theodore Herzl

PEACE! no tear for him who sleepeth near.

No mourning word,

Splendid pæan rather and ringing cheer

Be heard!

Let his white bones know,

Let his soul discover

Its loving overflow

Of him his people's lover

In our voices thunder,

In our labor's glory!
Find in each tone asunder
His triumphant story-
Of his hope grown free,

Of his battles won,
Of Lion's victory,

And Judah's noonday sun.

Hosannah! thou that sleepest here,
Hosannah! thou that sleepest here!
Hosannah, leader 'gainst all fear!
Israel, lives anew!

HARRY MYERS.

The Poet's Spirit

To the Memory of Naphtali Herz Imber

NO dirge or solemn bell

We toll for thee, oh Voice,

Stilled by the sudden knell
That ends all mortal choice;
Thy tuneful spirit free of earth
Must ever more rejoice.

Like gull or petrel free

That soars o'er billows, brave,
Thy soul shall spring in glee
Above the narrow grave;
Thy hymns shall live while Zion lives,
While Israel's banners wave.

As perched on mountain crags
The eagle finds a nest,
Free from earth's binding rags
Wandering Soul take rest,
Till the full message of thy song
Thy brothers here attest.

Singers like thee on earth

Tuning the immortal lyre,

Old Nations give re-birth,

Hopes shattered, new desire;

Beacons that prove for doubting sons

Jehovah's living fire.

JOSEPH FITZPATRICK.

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