| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Jerusalem | | By P. C. L. |
| | | JERUS’LEM! Jerus’lem! thy glories have fled, | |
| Thy Kings wander crownless, pale ghosts of the past; | |
| Thy beauty, thy valor, thy might, are all dead; | |
| But Hope is still left thee—’tis all that thou hast! | |
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| Though the sword of the warrior’s tarnished with rust, | 5 |
| And the war-steed lies bleeding along the red earth; | |
| Though thy towers have crumbled long since into dust, | |
| And the songs of the Priests but in sorrow have birth; | |
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| Yet the Great God of Heaven will brighten the stain, | |
| And breathe in the war-horse, strength, power, and might; | 10 |
| Thy ramparts, Oh Salem! shall tower again, | |
| And the Priests’ Holy Temple arise in thy sight. | |
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| Then, Queen of the East! let thy tears cease to flow— | |
| Thy God liveth ever; He is mighty to save; | |
| The diadem yet shall encircle thy brow, | 15 |
| When those who now rule, shall have passed in the grave. | |
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| For the Future hath gladness for thee in its womb, | |
| And the harp will again sound thy triumph and praise; | |
| Nor sorrow, nor blight, will e’er shadow with gloom, | |
| The Sun of thy Glory, the Light of thy Days. | 20 |
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| And nations will bow, as they did once before, | |
| And quake in thy presence with dread and alarm; | |
| For strong are the people, who rest them secure | |
| In the Faith of His word, and the Might of His arm. | | | | |
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