Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Solomon Solis CohenLines for the Ninth of Ab
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For thy beauty and glory o’erthrown;
Shall I sing the dread day of destruction,
When thy sins thou didst dearly atone—
When the Lord, from the place He had chosen,
Withdrew the strong shield of His Name,
And its treasures were spoiled by the stranger,
Its holiness given to shame—
When the shrieks of the daughters of Zion
Sad echo’d the shouts of the foe,
And thy streets, ravished City, ran crimson
With the blood of thy sons, lying low—
When the scepter departed from Judah,
From Levi his birthright was riven,
And the people of God were led captive,
Forsaken of earth and of Heaven!
And glory again to be thine,
When thy youth’s loving Bridegroom shall ransom
His promise of comfort, divine—
In the courts of God’s temple rebuilded,
Thy priests, morn and eve, shall proclaim
“He is One!”—and the sons of the stranger
Shall answer: “And One is His Name!”
With chorus of praise shall thy daughters
Reëcho the Levites’ glad song,
And thy gates night and day shall stand open
For the pilgrims that thitherward throng.
For the scepter returneth to David,
The miter to Aaron’s proud line;
And neighbour shall welcome his neighbour
To the shadow of fig-tree and vine.
Ran out from the Holiest place,
Saying: “True were the warnings of evil
And true is the promise of grace,”
My thoughts, on this day of sad memories,
Turn not back to the past in despair,
But forward in hope to the future
Where visions of glory shine fair!
When I read in the book of the prophet
Who voiced fallen Zion’s distress,
I seek not alone words of grieving,
But these rarer, that comfort and bless:
“Hear the word of the Lord, O ye nations,
In the isles afar off be it told;
Who dispersed, will again gather Israel,
And keep—as a shepherd his fold!”