Zionism

I AM come with the dawn on the swift wings of light,

Through the gloom of long ages of strife,

And will bear you away from these regions of night

Far from the dull-plodding toil to new life.

Yet I come not in rage and my nets are not spread

Nor come I to inspire you to wrath.

But I come with the dawn—and by it you’ll be led

From the land of the shadow of death.

Lo! I find you in bondage, in hunger, and sorrow,

Bending low ’neath the chains of the slave;

But with life in its wake will I bring you the morrow—

To a life yond the gloom of this grave!

And filled with the spirit of joy I shall lead you

To the land where you’ll breathe freedom’s breath;

From the scorn of your brothers to joy I will speed you

From the land of the shadow of death!