The Voice

Kurt Wolfskehl

1934

Over and over, yes, over and over,
I shook the pinions of my anger,
Again and again you broke faith with me,
And I stormed at your crop of iniquity.
But over and over, and over and over,
Your songs are carried heavenward, I gather
The scattered people of Israel,
They shall not fall prey to other pale.
Over and over, now, and over and over,
I…
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