MAID of Persia, Myrtle named, For thy graces rightly famed, Esther, ours for evermore, Queen to-day from oldest yore— Ere we leave thee let thy grace Linger with us for a space. Israel's maidens be like thee, Holding fast fidelity To the cause of Israel, That they yield not to the spell Of the glitter and the gold Shining in another fold. Oh, our hearts are thine to-day For the dread thou didst allay, For the plot of Haman foiled That our race was not despoiled, For the worth of Mordecai Who the plotters did defy. Let thy spirit be our share Through whatever lands we fare; Mordecai and Esther be Lord and queen eternally In the heart of man and maid, Making Israel unafraid. Of "the foe that stalks by night, Of the fowlers luring might," Of the envy and the hate Which all centuries relate. Maid of Juda, daughter dear, Be thy spirit ever near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM |