A Hymn of Zion ZION, we love thee well, Fair land of Israel, For thee we long! Thou art our heart's desire, The breath that stirs our lyre, Land which the Jordan laves, Land where the Prophets trod, Thy dawn now fills our eyes, A shoot from Jesse's stem, Bright be his diadem, O'er Zion's hill! JOEL BLAU. Bar Kochba JEEP, Israel! your tardy meed outpour Be then the desperate strife, the storm and stress Against world-legions, mustering his poor clan; Eternal thanks to him, eternal praise, Nobler the conquered than the conqueror's end! EMMA LAZARUS. The Jewish Exile: After the suppression of Bar Kochba's revolt, the Jews were debarred by Hadrian from entering Jerusalem. They obtained the privilege, however, of assembling once a year, upon the Mount of Olives, on the anniversary of the burning of the Temple; and from that eminence the patriots took a distant look at the beloved city. WHEREFORE Weep our brethren yonder, Gathered from afar and near; Wherefore, father, tell me, wherefore Ah, my child, a day of mourning Many of these weary pilgrims Once were warriors, strong and bold. |