"A CALL"

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

O Judah , scattered on the hills of scorn,
Uncared, un-shepherded, forsook, forlorn,
Dar'st thou, in this thy day, bid sorrows cease?
Canst thou behold the things that are thy peace?
With Israel and with thee thy God will make
New covenant. He said, for David's sake.
Know, then, thy brother hath the promised meed,
The mighty guerdon of a mighty need.
'Tis thine if thou wilt take it: lo, he stands
To offer thee thy birthright at his hands;
'Twas thine foretold, and now it shall be thine.
Look back beyond the days of Palestine,
Beyond the Egyptian night, the engulfing sea!
Judah, thy brother Israel calls for thee.

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