As the Carmel awaits another altar
Where justice shall be our Ararat
I'll never neglect my axe in Jordan
As the deafening Nile wailing calls.
Brook of Cherith drunk I to nought
Yet like a wild fire, my thirst burns
To free freedom; enslave slavery
As in Jerus-har-lem, Mecca and Ife.
Like a high wall daring a fall,
On the sand of time and season
An indelible foot-prints I'll stamp;
No ocean shall quench this thirst!
In that day like a thief in the night
Shall the righteous flourish in style
And abundance of peace as waters
The earth shall be flooded:
Sons of Philistine will exhaust;
Daughters of Zion will rejoice
Thence shall I continue as the sun
The sacred pen will give life to me.
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