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SONGS OF EXILE
To the Glory of Jerusalem
By Jehudah Halevi
BEAUTIFUL height! O joy! the whole world's gladness!
O great King's city, mountain blest!
My soul is yearning unto thee—is yearning
From limits of the west.
The torrents heave from depths of mine heart's passion,
At memory of thine olden state:
The glory of thee which was born to exile,
Thy dwelling desolate.
And who shall grant me but to rise and reach thee,
Flying on eagle's pinions fleet,
That I may shed upon thy dust, beloved,
Tears, till thy dust grow sweet?
