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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
The Promised Land
By Jessie E. Sampter
O LITTLE Land of lapping seas,
  Of vineyards, vales and hills;
Of tender rains and rainbow plains,
  Of deserts and of rills;
O little Land of mounting crags,        5
  Of lonely height and deep;
A world away thy children stray
  And long and wait and weep.
From Egypt’s flesh-pots, Lord of wrath,
  With mighty outstretched hand,        10
Through seas and mountains cleave our path;
  Oh! Lord, redeem our land!
I know the golden oranges
  Englobed beneath the moon,
The sky that spills ’twixt seas and hills        15
  Its shining draught of noon;
The vines that bind our holy hills
  With grapes like jewels set;
The silver green of olive sheen
  Oh, can my soul forget?        20
O little Land of holy men
  Of fearless dream and deed;
From clime to clime the storms of time
  Have strewn thy hardy seed,
And fearless still and holy still,        25
  We sang through hate and shame;
With faith we fought, with deed and thought
  And God’s enduring name.
My heart is singing like a bird
  Of home that still may be,        30
And joys I dared to leave, and spared,
  Hold out their arms to me.
We cannot sleep in cushioned ease
  Nor yield to martial will,
But we must hear God’s trumpet clear        35
  Sound peace upon His Hill.

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