The Jew of his New Jerusalem dreams,
With its streets of shining gold,
And temples, that rival the regal fane
On Moriah’s brow of old.
Still dreams, that Judah’s harps shall sound,
And Judah’s pennons stream,
Where now muezzin’s calls are heard,
And Moslem crescents gleam.
Zion rebuilt, and the land restored,
To his forefathers given,