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CHRISTIAN AND JEW; A DIALOGUE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

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First Line: OH HAPPY, HAPPY LAND!
Last Line: LET LIFE BEGIN.'
Subject(s): CHRISTIANITY; JEWS; JUDAISM;
'OH happy happy land!
Angels like rushes stand
About the wells of light.' --
'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:
Hold fast my hand.' --

'As in a soft wind, they
Bend all one blessed way,
Each bowed in his own glory, star with star.' --
'I cannot see so far;
Here shadows are.' --

'White-winged the cherubim,
Yet whiter seraphim,
Glow white with intense fire of love.' --
'Mine eyes are dim:
I look in vain above,
And miss their hymn.' --

'Angels, Archangels cry
One to other ceaselessly
(I hear them sing)
One "Holy, Holy, Holy" to their King.' --
'I do not hear them, I.' --

'Joy to thee, Paradise,
Garden and goal and nest!
Made green for wearied eyes;
Much softer than the breast
Of mother-dove clad in a rainbow's dyes.

'All precious souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.

'Boughs of the Living Vine,
They spread in summer shine
Green leaf with leaf:
Sap of the Royal Vine, it stirs like wine
In all both less and chief.

'Sing to the Lord,
All spirits of all flesh, sing;
For He hath not abhorred
Our low estate nor scorned our offering:
Shout to our King.' --

'But Zion said:
My Lord forgetteth me.
Lo she hath made her bed
In dust; forsaken weepeth she
Where alien rivers swell the sea.

'She laid her body as the ground,
Her tender body as the ground to those
Who passed; her harpstrings cannot sound
In a strange land; discrowned
She sits, and drunk with woes.' --

'O drunken not with wine,
Whose sins and sorrows have fulfilled the sum, --
Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb;
Arise, shine,
For thy light is come.' --

'Can these bones live?' --
'God knows:
The prophet saw such clothed with flesh and skin;
A wind blew on them, and life entered in;
They shook and rose.
Hasten the time, O Lord, blot out their sin,
Let life begin.'



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