Poems of Emma Lazarus. Vol. 2, Jewish poems : translations [electronic text]

THE NEW EZEKIEL.

WHAT, can these dead bones live, whose sap is driedBy twenty scorching centuries of wrong?Is this the House of Israel, whose prideIs as a tale that's told, an ancient song?Are these ignoble relics all that liveOf psalmist, priest, and prophet? Can the breathOf very heaven bid these Bones revive,Open the graves and clothe the ribs of death?

Yea, Prophesy, the Lord hath said. AgainSay to the wind, Come forth and breathe afresh,Even that they may live upon these slain,And bone to bone shall leap, and flesh to flesh.

The Spirit is not dead, proclaim the word,Where lay dead bones, a host of armed men stand!I ope your graves, my people, saith the Lord,And I shall place you living in your land.