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Among the dreamy pines
As evening light is slowly dying
And a lonely bell still chimes
So many songs, so many stories
The stony hills recall . . .
Around her heart my city carries
A lonely ancient…
I traveled from Odessa by boat for eleven days until we arrived in Jaffa—this was the path taken by the Russian company’s ships. However, this was not the true length of the journey, which was in fact…
Again the herd throngs the village gateways
and dust rises up from the dirt roads.
And farther still a pair of clappers
keep pace with the lengthening shadows.
Evening descends, evening descends.
A…
Jerusalem, our holy city, our soul’s yearning and the joy of our hope! Beautiful landscape, the joy of the entire land, if not the city of a great king (Psalm 48:1) . . . Now we cannot know how it was…