Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE WATCHETH OVER ISRAEL, by SOLOMON L. LONG First Line: Though our harps hang on the willows Last Line: And he slumbers not, nor sleeps. Subject(s): Israel; Jews; Nations; Zionism; Judaism | ||||||||
THOUGH our harps hang on the willows, Near to Babylon's turgid stream; Though our ancient glory mock us, Like a half-remembered dream; Still His word runs with the ages Still His Covenant He keeps Yea, He watcheth over Israel And He slumbers not, nor sleeps. Though we dwell in alien countries, Bound by, yet without, their law; Though they spoil us, in their despite Of the source from whence we draw That which ever cleaves us from them; He will heed when Jacob weeps Yea, he watcheth over Israel And He slumbers not, nor sleeps. Though our sword arm be sore stricken, Although mute be David's lyre; Though our lips be locked and silent Lips once touched by living fire Still, the Temple Lamps are burning In His own mysterious deeps Yea, he watcheth over Israel And He slumbers not, nor sleeps. Yea, His word is constant, constant, As the singing of the sea; And the High Priest of the nations Yet shall stand unshackled, free! And the First-born of the Promise Sow no more where despite reaps Yea, He watcheth over Israel And He slumbers not, nor sleeps. | 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 THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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