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| I HAD a mighty vision from the skies, | |
| A glorious vision of the years to come; | |
| I saw a noble brotherhood arise | |
| And life was love, and every heart was one. | |
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| Bound by the golden chains that none can break | 5 |
| Each unto each, | |
| The morning stars together sang “awake!” | |
| And God did teach. | |
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| Ay e’en the God that Israel loved so well, | |
| Who taught of old upon the holy mount, | 10 |
| Whose glowing words made Moses’ bosom swell, | |
| E’en as the waters of a living fount. | |
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| And then I cried: The prophet’s words were true. | |
| Time’s deathless page | |
| Hath seen at last the promise old yet new: | 15 |
| The Golden Age! | |
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| A great light like a blessing o’er them fell, | |
| A song of triumph burst upon the air, | |
| The prophet’s words were far too weak to tell | |
| Half of the glory that was pictured there. | 20 |
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| All to the living God of Jacob bowed | |
| At set of sun, | |
| A million voices chanted clear and loud— | |
| “His name is One!” | |
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| But ah! the vision was too pure and bright | 25 |
| To linger on this fleeting earth of ours, | |
| It faded like the glittering stars of night, | |
| Or like the fragrance of the summer flowers. | |
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| And yet a meaning mystically deep, | |
| Strange and intense, | 30 |
| Thrilled through that vision with a wildly sweet | |
| Prophetic sense! | |
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| O Israel from thy sleep arise, and dare | |
| To take the part God gave His chosen few! | |
| Then rise! oh, nobly rise! all ye who bear | 35 |
| The sacred though oft-hated name of Jew! | |
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| Thine is the work! then falter not—press on! | |
| With heart and soul, | |
| Press onward with a purpose true and strong | |
| To reach the goal! | 40 |
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| Thy task once done, no more the Earth shall weep, | |
| But wear in peace, Love’s sacred starry crown; | |
| The nations shall their swords to ploughshares beat, | |
| And the fierce lion with the lamb lie down. | |
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| While God shall smile on those who dared to lead | 45 |
| The sons of men, | |
| And they who scorned thee in thy time of need, | |
| Shall bless thee then! | |
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