Zion's Universal Temple

UNDER the Orient skies of sapphire where the sun is all aglow,

With a radiance far surpassing all the western climes can know,

There's a pathos haunting ever in the sunlight's splendor there

For old Zion's temple mould'ring, for old Zion once so fair.

For old Zion once so fair,

But now wrapt in deep despair;

Fled the glory

Of its story,

Once of majesty so rare.

But away with all this moaning that is playing fast and loose

With the sentiments sure tending now to break a people's truce;

For affection once divided, try it may, can never stand As the symbol of the union that shall mark Messiah's land

Vision-traced Messiah's land,

Where true love shall sway its wand.
Love the token

Of unbroken

Peace, that lords at God's command.

Liquid gold of sun's own moulding bent to make a

world-wide dome,

Shall in future roof the temple marking every nation's

home:

Paved by earth and sea together, shall its tesselated

floor

On its huge mosaic gather all the nations that adoreNations that shall soon adore

Zion's God of cherished yore,

With the pæans

That the æons

Echo shall forevermore.

HARRY WEISS.

A Song of Israel

ISRAEL! wanderer through the weary years
Of wild unrest;

A world-wide pilgrimage of hopes and fears,
Sometimes in joy, but oft'ner far in tears,
As God knows best.

Since Jacob laid him down that night to sleep
On Bethel's stone,

And saw the angel legions downward sweep,
Their watch around the fugitive to keep—
Never alone.

Beside the majestic Nile, on Egypt's sand,
He pitched his tent;

There on the desert saw the uplifted hand,
In cloud and fire still pointing to the land
Of sweet content.

Beside the Euphrates, where Babylon's wall
So proudly stood

He saw the giant empires rise and fall,
A captive exile, yet unharmed through all,
Beside that flood.

And when in wrath the Roman eagles came
To Zion's Hill,

And drove him out in thunder and in flame,
A stranger in the earth-Jehovah's name
Upheld him still.

See yonder, on the snow-clad Russian plain,
His children driven,

Beset and hunted by the imperial train

Like sheep by wolves. But surely not in vain They cry to Heaven.

Far brighter than the Northern-lights that gleam
Upon the air,

The signals of the great Shekinah stream
And, like the memories of a blessed dream,
Bid him good cheer!

Good cheer, O Jacob! though a wanderer still
In all the earth.

Thy foes will but the promises fulfill
And drive the exile home to Zion's Hill,
That gave him birth.

A nation scattered through the earth, yet one
In every land;

As the blue waters of the Gulf-stream run
Through the high seas, yet mingling still with none,
Behold God's hand!

God speed the day when Jew and Gentiles all
Shall meet as one

At the glad welcome of their Father's call
In the dear home where shadows never fall,
Their warfare done.

J. H. CUTHBERT.

The Fated Race

WHAT! still reject the fated race
Thus long denied repose,

What! madly striving to efface
The rights that Heaven bestows!

Say, flows not in each Jewish vein,
Unchecked, without control,

A tide as pure, as free from stain,
As warms the Christian soul?

Do ye not yet the times discern
That these shall cease to roam;
That Shiloh pledged for their return
Will bring his ransomed home?

Be error quick to darkness hurl'd!
No more with hate pursue,

For He who died to save a world-
Immanuel-was a Jew. ANONYMOUS.

People of Zion

FROM far-off ages hath this people sprung,
To Yahweh clinging still, as they have clung
The centuries through. Tenacity of mind
In every generation-well defined-

And purposes unshaken, are the fruit

Of worship such as theirs. They pay no suit
To king or prince for favors. Like a rock
That's beaten by the waves they stand the shock
Of prejudice, that, never ceasing, rolls
And rushes all around them.

And their souls
Within their temples cluster, drawing near
The altar that has ever been so dear

To Israel; and Israel's mighty God

Seems here to speak the plainer. From the rod
Of gentile hatred here they turn to pray,

For this to them seems the most righteous way.
While we, whose minds in every season turn
To seek or find some "New Religion," learn

To look upon the Israelitish men

With reverence for their steadfast worship. When The "candles" we have lighted waver so

That we are lost in "ists" and "isms," lo!

We see their great lamp burning still and bright;

A long white pathway shining on the night!

MARIE HARROLD GARRISON.

Israel's Mission

I

HAD a mighty vision from the skies,
A glorious vision of the years to come;

I saw a noble brotherhood arise

And life was love, and every heart was one.

Bound by the golden chains that none can break
Each unto each,

The morning stars together sang "awake!"
And God did teach.

Ay e'en the God that Israel loved so well,
Who taught of old upon the holy mount,

Whose glowing words made Moses' bosom swell,
E'en as the waters of a living fount.

And then I cried: The prophet's words were true.
Time's deathless page

Hath seen at last the promise old yet new:
The Golden Age!

A great light like a blessing o'er them fell,
A song of triumph burst upon the air,
The prophet's words were far too weak to tell
Half of the glory that was pictured there.

All to the living God of Jacob bowed
At set of sun,

A million voices chanted clear and loud—
"His name is One!"

But ah! the vision was too pure and bright
To linger on this fleeting earth of ours,
It faded like the glittering stars of night,
Or like the fragrance of the summer flowers.

And yet a meaning mystically deep,
Strange and intense,

Thrilled through that vision with a wildly sweet
Prophetic sense!

O Israel from thy sleep arise, and dare

To take the part God gave His chosen few! Then rise! oh, nobly rise! all ye who bear The sacred though oft-hated name of Jew!