Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JEWISH EXILE, by LEON HUHNER Poet's Biography First Line: Wherefore weep our brethren yonder Last Line: Israel and jerusalem. Subject(s): Exiles; Jews; Jews - Exodus From Egypt; Judaism | ||||||||
WHEREFORE weep our brethren yonder, Gathered from afar and near; Wherefore, father, tell me, wherefore Are these weary pilgrims here? Ah, my child, a day of mourning Brings together Israel's fold; Many of these weary pilgrims Once were warriors, strong and bold. See, my child, the city yonder, That was once thy father's home; Now dishonored and forsaken, 'Tis the seat of hated Rome. For we rose in strong rebellion, I, my child, and all my kin, And Judea's long lost freedom Once again we sought to win. But the great decree of Heaven Was against our glorious band; And at Bethar's bloody battle Died the noblest of the land. Yet the fierce and vengeful Roman, Not content with such a prize, Heeded not our women's mourning, Heeded not our children's cries. But he cast them from their country, From their own and native soil; Sold them into dreadful bondage, To a life of hated toil. Then defiled the sacred places With a ruthless hand and bold; And the heathen dwells unpunished Where the priesthood dwelt of old. They have changed the walks of Zion, Even changed her sacred name; They have reared a heathen temple On the ruins of our fame. And to fill the cup of sorrow, And to fill it to the brim, Hadrian hurled his mighty fiat With a purpose stern and grim, That within yon sacred portals Israel's foot may never tread, Though beneath that soil lie buried All the dearest of our dead. Bitter, child, are all the tortures Of a cruel, heartless foe; Yet a life of hopeless exile Is by far the greatest woe. Here upon the Mount of Olives, Once a year, we still may meet, Where the city of our fathers May our tearful vision greet. So we gather from the mountains And we gather from the plain; Here, amid her desolation, We behold her once again. Till the sturdy sons of Judah Break the Roman's haughty pride, Never shall I cease my mourning Never shall my tears be dried. For I trust, the Lord in heaven, Mindful of his chosen gem, Will some day restore to glory Israel and Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |
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