Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Jessie E. SampterAwakening
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That smote in olden days?
Where stands in song his shining horde
That chant and shout his praise?
They long are laid with flame and sword,
Their corpses strew the ways.
Sit high with icy hands,
And those that praised his name of old
Lie slain in many lands!
Their bones arise and join: Behold,
The host of Israel stands!
It seems a stony crust,
And covered with the dust?
No, ’tis a dragon fast asleep,
An ancient sword to flash and leap
From scabbard’s rust!