Jewish Lyrics

No. VIII

By Mrs. M. Hartog

Song of the Expatriated

I.

Oh, land of mine adoption,
   Much loveliness is thing;
Tho’ thy fruitful vales produce not
   The olive, fig, and vine;<<339>>
Yet thy beauties are unheeded,
   Or coldly viewed by me,
Thou land of western loveliness,
   Fair daughter of the sea.

II.

For I turn to my distant land,
   Now rendered lone and wild,
With the deep and passionate yearning
   Of one from home exiled;
For tho’ she sits forsaken,
   And her children are in thrall,
Yet Zion’s sorrowing daughter
   Is beautiful withal.