Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Naphtali Herz Imber (Trans. Rebecca A. Altman)On to the East
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Your staff in hand hold;
Upon your shoulders now fling ye
Your treasures and gold.
In the Lord hope, and pleading
His counsel implore,
Your band He’ll be leading,
To Canaan’s green shore!
We never shall fear
The lash which hatred inspires
In evil men here.
We, too, will the sword don,
And the foe bravely breast,
Up, brethren! and lead on
To our land in the East!
Her clods melt with caresses,
With plenty our stores fill,
With old wine our presses.
We’ll be gleeful and care-free,
Our souls within will rejoice,
Up, brethren! why pause ye?
On to Jerusalem, our choice!
We’ll our banner outspread,
We’ll drink from God’s fountain,
Our ranks He will head!
From the City’s high tower
The Lord’s standard will wave,
Brethren, up! summon power,
March to Zion! Ye brave!