THE dreamers are not dead in Israel. To-day the young dream dreams, and with the old Live visions of a deathless past. They dwell In every land, yet hills of Zion hold More glory than the fame of kings can bring; More hope than ages have preserved. The voices of a golden morning ring With victories, extolling gifts reserved For those who 'neath the vine and fig tree sit, And people realms bereft of ancient charms. The souls of prophets with their souls are knit, And martyred heroes call again to arms The sons of Judah. Stars of morning shine, And dawn breaks o'er an orphaned Palestine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BLACK EAGLE RETURNS TO ST. JOE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN |