| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Lament of the Daughters of Zion | | By J. F. |
| | | AWAY from our land, | |
| Away from our home, | |
| A sad captive band, | |
| ’Mong strangers we roam. | |
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| Away from our hills, | 5 |
| We are sundered apart, | |
| And the clear crystal rills | |
| Enshrined in our heart. | |
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| And Lebanon’s palm trees | |
| ’Neath the purple domed skies, | 10 |
| And the sweet scented breeze | |
| That wafted our sighs! | |
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| Away from the dew | |
| On the hill terraced lines, | |
| Where the pale olive grew | 15 |
| And the purple clad vines. | |
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| For past is that grandeur, | |
| The glory and fame; | |
| And faded the splendour | |
| Of Judah’s great name. | 20 |
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| Dark was the hour, | |
| And fierce was the blow, | |
| That shattered our power | |
| In a whirlwind of woe. | |
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| The days that are born | 25 |
| In sorrow, we pine; | |
| In sadness we mourn, | |
| For Salem’s fair shrine. | |
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| But the Lord will again | |
| Gather us round; | 30 |
| And Judah will reign | |
| With vict’ry crowned. | |
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| On the wings of the breeze, | |
| O’er mountain and mead, | |
| Far o’er the seas | 35 |
| The tidings will speed. | |
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| And from the ends of the world | |
| The lowly and proud, | |
| With their banners unfurled, | |
| The nations will crowd. | 40 |
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| In Glory revealed | |
| This song they’ll raise; | |
| The Lord is our shield, | |
| The Lord is our Praise. | | | | |
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