One might have elbowed in the public mart Christ's blood! it sets my flesh a-creep to think! No beard, blue-black, grizzled or Judas-colored, Their proper rank; crouch, cringe, and hide,—lay by Flaunt forth in rich attire, but in dull weeds, I warrant my Lord Bishop has full hands, EMMA LAZARUS. Rabbi Ben Ezra ROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith: "A whole I planned, * Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, The new wine's foaming flow, Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel? But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men; And since, not even while the whirl was worst, Did I to the wheel of life With shapes and colors rife, Bound dizzily-mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst. So, take and use Thy work: What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same! ROBERT BROWNING. The Angel I DREAMT I saw an angel in the sky, Her face was calm and fair up there on high; She smiled at me-a strange and lovely smile That had in it no thought of earthly guile. She looked so fair, so strange and wondrous pure, That 'twas an angel, I was passing sure; She spoke her voice was music in the air; So sweet it was, it matched her person fair. She asked me, "Is there aught that I can do?" I humbly answered, "Make me fair as you." She smiled again, that strange unearthly smile, That made all mundane things seem crude and vile— "Thou art not ready yet," she seemed to say And with a sigh, she floated far away. DOROTHY S. SILVERMAN, A Legend TO the home of the rabbi a Lord in his splendor, His glittering helmet with feathers is garnished, In a room where the flame of a lamplet is glowing, The Lord of the Manor in quest of his learning, And yet ere the church bells at dawn o' the morning The Lord of the Manor rides forth from the Ghetto; To no one his secret is known. By daylight the sage in his cloistered seclusion Sees never the Lord of the night; But the dreams and the deeds of the noble disciple, And so through the squalor and dirt of the Ghetto,' And gazes with pensive and yearning attention, JEHOASH. (Translated by Elias Lieberman.) The Rabbi's Song IF thought ever reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell. For fear that Thought be given For fear that Desolation And darkness on thy mind Perplex the habitation Which thou hast left behind. Our lives, our tears as water Yet God a means hath found, Be not expelled from Him. RUDYARD KIpling. A Sonnet To the Beloved Memory of Robert Browning SERENE, translucent as yon Maytime star In bitterness no less familiar To you, than is the knell of surging bar, When night-winds raving, dreamer's peace perturb, With blood and fire, and hell-groans from the curb, Shrined in the tales you wrote in days afar, Brave sharer in our nether fates, you bore Israel's death-crown, voiced his feeble rights, Stood weeping by his side, and mourning wore, In those black days, whose memory still frights, Still casts its spectral hue athwart the brain, And feeds the heart with hopeless endless pain. M. L. R. Breslar. G1 The Hebrew Mind IFTS, as romantic as the cruse of oil, Found in the days of mad Antiochus, Were brewed by Hadrian from henbane; spruce For Israel's quaffing; potions, framed to foil A nation's growth, they met with swift recoil! Tempt never genius, with devil's juice! History sheds a tear of wonder blind; Mere vessels those, Balaam's sent to bless, They scourged with fire and sword, till the dread ban Flowered, like Aaron's rod of loveliness, And forged that wondrous thing, the Hebrew mind. M. L. R. Breslar. Who Gives in Love NAUGHT is there in life worth living, Save it flavored be by love; An Invocation OH, harp of Judah! wake again! ISIDOR WISE. Can no one deftly touch thy strings To scatter far the sacred strain Which from divinest patience springs! Has music lost its spell and power |