MY people, my people! Arise, O bleeding East, Arise in the Westlands, you fools that blindly feast! The nations call again For faith, for deeds, for men, Yet we that rise When Israel cries Are less than one in ten. My brothers, my brothers! O wand'ring aimless horde, A clarion from Zion is speaking for the Lord! The thund'ring heavens command: "Arise a mighty band; With heart and voice Make now the choice, And straightly seek your land." My heroes, my heroes, whose hearts and lives are free, Arise and be counted that all the world may see! Those ancient fields reclaim Whence Israel's splendor came, And win and hold Our land of old To consecrate her name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST |