ISRAEL in fetters still! The prophet's wand Shall stretch across the tyrant's hapless land, And prison doors shall straightway open wide, And barring waters shall like walls divide, To let the Lord's redeemed pass dry-shod o'er And reach a brighter, freer, friendlier shore. The angel that unseen spreads seeds of death And on each house corrupt pours poisoned breath Shall pass the homes of God's appointed by And none that mark their lintel-posts shall die. Hope paints this vision thus in golden hue And, deathless as Hope, doth Faith bespeak it true, Affliction's bread shall yield to plenty's leaven, The clouds shall pass and earth shall grow like heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |