THE RETURN HEY come from the ends of the earth, THEY White with its aged snows; From the bounding breast of the tropic tide, Where the day-beam ever glows; From the east where first they dwelt, From the north and the south and the west Where the sun puts on his robe of light, And lays down his crown to rest. Out of every land they come: Where the palm triumphant grows, Where the vine overshadows the roofs and the hills, And the gold-orbed orange glows; Where the olive and fig-tree thrive, And the rich pomegranates red; Where the citron blooms, and the apple of ill Bows down its fragrant head; From the lands where the gems are born — Opal and emerald bright; From shores where the ruddy corals grow, And pearls with their mellow light; Where silver and gold are dug, And the diamond rivers roll, And the marble white as the still moonlight They come with a gladdening shout, A thousand dwellings they leave- To them there is none but the sacred soil, And the land whereto they come. And the Temple again shall be built, And filled as it was of yore; And the burden be lift from the heart of the world, And the nations all adore: Prayers to the throne of heaven Morning and eve shall rise, And unto and not of the Lamb Shall be the sacrifice. PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. XXVIII-1058 THE BANNER OF THE JEW WAK AKE, Israel, wake! Recall to-day His fivefold lion-lineage The Wise, the Elect, the Help-of-God, From Mizpah's mountain-ridge they saw Then from the stony peak there rang A blast to ope the graves: down poured The Maccabean clan, who sang Their battle-anthem to the Lord. Oh for Jerusalem's trumpet now, To blow a blast of shattering power, And rouse them to the urgent hour! Oh, deem not dead that martial fire, Your ancient strength remains unbent. Let but an Ezra rise anew, To lift the Banner of the Jew! A rag, a mock at first: erelong, When men have bled and women wept, To guard its precious folds from wrong, Even they who shrunk, even they who slept, Shall leap to bless it, and to save. Strike! for the brave revere the brave! EMMA LAZARUS. THE DEAD SOLOMON ING SOLOMON stood in the house of the Lord, Building the temple without a sound. Fear and rage were theirs, but naught Closed were the eyes that the demons feared; Solemn peace was on his brow, Leaning upon his staff in prayer; And long white hair; But he heeded not, Rapt afar in holy thought. King Solomon stood in the house of the Lord, And the Genii silently wrought around, Toiling and moiling without a word, Building the temple without a sound. And now the work was done, And the demons rejoiced at heart, But dared not speak to Solomon, To tell him their task was done, And fulfilled the desire of his heart. So around him they stood with eyes of fire, Each cursing the king in his secret heart,Secretly cursing the silent king, Waiting but till he should say "Depart"; Cursing the king, Each evil thing: But he heeded them not, nor raised his head; Then the body of the king fell down; For a worm had gnawed his staff in twain. He had prayed to the Lord that the house he planned Might not unfinished remain: So praying, he had died; But he had not prayed in vain. So the body of the king fell down; Idly had they borne his chain, And done his hateful tasks, in dread Of mystic penal pain, And King Solomon was dead! JOHN AYLMER DORGAN. JONAH'S VOYAGE IN THE WHALE From Patience,' a Poem of the Fourteenth Century AR SA mote in at a minster door, so mighty were its jaws, Jonah enters by the gills, through slime and gore; he reeled in through a gullet, that seemed to him a road, tumbling about, aye head over heels, till he staggers to a place as broad as a hall; then he fixes his feet there and gropes all about, and stands up in its belly, that stank as the devil; in sorry plight there, 'mid grease that savored as he his bower was arrayed, who would fain risk no ill. Then he lurks there and seeks in each nook of the nave the best sheltered spot, yet nowhere he finds rest or recovery, but filthy mire wherever he goes; but God is ever dear; and he tarried at length and called to the Prince. Thus, in the beast's bowel, he abides there alive, that monster grew sickish at heart, I trow, and worried the wight. And Jonah aye heard the huge flood as it lashed the whale's back and its sides. Author Unknown. Version of Israel Gollancz. PEARL [A fourteenth-century poem; author unknown; modernized by Israel Gollancz. In this poem the author laments the loss of his child, Margaret, a "pearl, fair enow for princes' pleasance," and relates the vision which he has of her in Paradise.] EARL! fair enow for princes' pleasance, so deftly set in gold so pure, from orient lands, I durst avouch,— ne'er saw I a gem its peer, so round, so comely-shaped withal, so small, with sides so smooth,— I lost it in an arbor-alas! It passed from me through grass to earth. Sithence how oft have I tarried there, and raised so high my bliss! yet ne'er was heard so sweet a song as the still hour let steal to me thither. Ah me! what thoughts stole there to my mind! |