At the Crossroads of Continents

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At the Crossroads of Continents
The King brings his bread, the King brings his wine.
From Salem without beginning or end:
Your catalog sings the outbreaks of peace,
Jerusalem, home, a place for all men.
Still walls are torn down and are built once again.
Still pillaging kings and emperors come;
Assyria, Greece, and Persia, and Rome…
Miraculous, still—dispersed still return.
Still Salem renamed, Jerusalem stands

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