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| O WHILE within a Jewish breast | |
| Beats true a Jewish heart, | |
| And Jewish glances turning East | |
| To Zion fondly dart,— | |
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CHORUS O then our Hope—it is not dead, | 5 |
| Our ancient Hope and true, | |
| Again the sacred soil to tread | |
| Where David’s banners flew! | |
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| O while the tears flow down apace, | |
| And fall like bounteous rain, | 10 |
| And to the Fathers’ resting-place | |
| Sweeps on the mournful train,— | |
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| And while upon our eager eye | |
| Flashes the City’s wall, | |
| And for the wasted Sanctuary | 15 |
| The tear-drops trembling fall,— | |
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| O while the Jordan’s pent-up tide | |
| Leaps downward rapidly, | |
| And while its gleaming waters glide | |
| Through Galilee’s blue sea,— | 20 |
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| And while upon the Highway there | |
| Lowers the stricken Gate, | |
| And from the Ruins Zion’s prayer | |
| Upriseth passionate,— | |
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| O while the pure floods of her eyes | 25 |
| Flow for her People’s plight, | |
| And Zion’s Daughter doth arise | |
| And weep the long, long night!— | |
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| O while through vein in ceaseless stream | |
| The bright blood pulses yet, | 30 |
| And on our Fathers’ tombs doth gleam | |
| The dew when sun is set!— | |
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| Hear, Brothers mine, where e’er ye be, | |
| This Truth by Prophet won; | |
| “’Tis then our Hope shall cease to be | 35 |
| With Israel’s last son!”— | |
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