"There flow the waters that flow'd of yore, Washing no trace from the hallow'd shore; There rise the hills where our fathers bow'd When the voice of God shook the riven cloud; And the boughs of the stately cedar thrill With that holy breath, for it stirs them still: And we, are we call'd upon By a voice to the desert cast? On to Jerusalem, Israel, on! We have gain'd our home at last!" * * * * _Liverpool: James and Woodburn, Printers, 14, Hanover Street._ Transcriber's Note Some obvious printer's errors (e.g. 'injuction' for 'injunction') have been corrected as seemed reasonable. Some unusual spellings (e.g. 'radience,' 'Bethsda') and inconsistent quotation marks in the original have been maintained. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Voice from Jerusalem, by Orson Hyde