Far brighter than the Northern-lights that gleam The signals of the great Shekinah stream Good cheer, O Jacob! though a wanderer still Thy foes will but the promises fulfill A nation scattered through the earth, yet one As the blue waters of the Gulf-stream run God speed the day when Jew and Gentiles all At the glad welcome of their Father's call J. H. CUTHbert. The Fated Race WHAT! HAT! still reject the fated race What! madly striving to efface Say, flows not in each Jewish vein, Do ye not yet the times discern That these shall cease to roam; Be error quick to darkness hurl'd! For He who died to save a world- People of Zion FROM far-off ages hath this people sprung, Of worship such as theirs. They pay no suit And their souls Within their temples cluster, drawing near To Israel; and Israel's mighty God Seems here to speak the plainer. From the rod For this to them seems the most righteous way. With reverence for their steadfast worship. When 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, I saw a noble brotherhood arise And life was love, and every heart was one. Bound by the golden chains that none can break The morning stars together sang "awake!" Ay e'en the God that Israel loved so well, And then I cried: The prophet's words were true. Hath seen at last the promise old yet new: A great light like a blessing o'er them fell, All to the living God of Jacob bowed A million voices chanted clear and loud- But ah! the vision was too pure and bright And yet a meaning mystically deep, Thrilled through that vision with a wildly sweet 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! Thine is the work! then falter not-press on!• Press onward with a purpose true and strong Thy task once done, no more the Earth shall weep, But wear in peace, Love's sacred starry crown; The nations shall their swords to ploughshares beat, And the fierce lion with the lamb lie down. While God shall smile on those who dared to lead And they who scorned thee in thy time of need, EVE DAVIESON. To Young Israel And thou, thou askest me I couldn't lie. How cloudy is the sky, How gloomy is the world But thou, thou art the same From land to land though twirled Thy lips yet spell the name; "Help, Adonai!" Don't listen to thy foes! My child, thy aim is near: They are the thistles, they Thou art the rose. Don't listen to thy foes! Tell them that He-a Jew- Don't be afraid of them, They tell the same old lie Thou need'st their children's blood- To stamp thee in the mud 'Tis but a flam! Don't be afraid of them, Jehovah is thy guide; Thou, tribe of worthy men, Thou'llst be the nation's pride, "The world's gem." M. OSIAS. The Mystic Tie HERE is a mystic tie that joins THERE The children of the Hebrew race In bonds of sympathy and love, Which time and change cannot efface. When, 'mid the world's abuse and scorn, And though to-day the Hebrew dwells Yet, joined to that immortal tie, |