Distinguished author Robert Nathan has gathered together his favorite selections.
Diaspora Thou, Israel, on a foreign shore, So low, so low, that once was great, What altars do thy sons adore? The golden calf, the scarlet whore, Phoenicia’s greed, Assyria’s hate. No more, Jerusalem, no more Shalt thou behold thine ancient state, Or round thee in the cloudy gloom Remark the heavenly advocate, The Syrian desert shrouds his fate, The Lydian wilderness his tomb.
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