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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
On to the East
By Naphtali Herz Imber (Trans. Rebecca A. Altman)
YOUR loins let girt be,
  Your staff in hand hold;
Upon your shoulders now fling ye
  Your treasures and gold.
In the Lord hope, and pleading        5
  His counsel implore,
Your band He’ll be leading,
  To Canaan’s green shore!
There in the land of our sires
  We never shall fear        10
The lash which hatred inspires
  In evil men here.
We, too, will the sword don,
  And the foe bravely breast,
Up, brethren! and lead on        15
  To our land in the East!
With joy we’ll our land till,
  Her clods melt with caresses,
With plenty our stores fill,
  With old wine our presses.        20
We’ll be gleeful and care-free,
  Our souls within will rejoice,
Up, brethren! why pause ye?
  On to Jerusalem, our choice!
On Moriah’s high mountain,        25
  We’ll our banner outspread,
We’ll drink from God’s fountain,
  Our ranks He will head!
From the City’s high tower
  The Lord’s standard will wave,        30
Brethren, up! summon power,
  March to Zion! Ye brave!

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