Never quelled by yoke or rod,
Founders of Jerusalem —
Is there one abides to-day,
Seeker of dead cities, say !
Answer, now as then, they are ;
Scattered broadcast o'er the lands,
Ejiit in spirit nigh and far,
With indissoluble bands.
Half the world adores their God,
They the living law proclaim.
And their guerdon is — the rod.
Stripes and scourgings, death and shame.
Still on Israel's head forlorn.
Every nation heaps its scorn.
THE SUPREME SACRIFICE.
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel
Suffered the scorn of man for love of God ;
Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod.
With perfect patience. Empires rose and fell.
Around him Nebo was adored and Bel ;
Edom was drunk with victory, and trod
On his high places, while the sacred sod
Was desecrated by the infidel.
His faith proved steadfast, without breach or flaw.
But now the last renouncement is required.
His truth prevails, his God is God, his Law
Is found the wisdom most to be desired.
