We see the trophies won in strife
That graced the triumphs of our life
Lie strewn in sad array.

Each mould'ring relic wails a strain,
The warning dirge of myriads slain
Whose echoes roll an old refrain:
All earthly must decay.

But in this threnody that saddens
A message rings that ever gladdens,
Ne'er perish soul and name,
Though strongest hopes be broken,
Yet every good word spoken
Remains sweet mem'ry's token
Of amaranthine fame.

Rodef Shalom

HARRY WEISS.

WHEN ancient nations bowed the knee

To idols made of wood and stone,

The Hebrew nation claimed to be

The worshippers of God alone.

For this they suffer'd, bled, and died,
A chosen people strong and free;
Strong in the faith that should abide
Of God's own matchless majesty.

Chosen the heralds of a light,

The blinded nations could not see,
Chosen to banish moral right
And rescue from Idolatry.

Still strong in faith of God alone,

They rear this Temple to His name,

Jehovah's power and love to own,
His tender mercies to proclaim.

Hail! Holy One enthron'd above,
The God and Father of us all,
The Triumphs of Fraternal Love
Shall prove we heed Thy loving call.

Nor shall our labors e'er be done

Till God is honor'd and ador'd

By every nation 'neath the sun,

A

The one Jehovah, sovereign Lord.

W. G. SKILLMAN.

The New Temple

NEW shrine stands in beauty reared,

Where scions of a faith revered

Renew their vows to God

To Him this house they dedicate,
To Him their hearts they consecrate,
Upon this sacred sod.

Here shall the words of praise be sung,
From days, when yet the world was young,
Of Psalmist and of Seer;

Like torrent shall the chorus run,
"The Lord our God, the Lord is One,
Hear thou, O Israel, hear!"

Hence shall ascend the fervent prayers
Of thanks for joys, for strength, when cares
And sorrows the soul rack;

Here shall the breast where sin has surged,
By the atonement's fires be purged,

To holiness led back.

On this new altar there shall blaze

Refulgently the Bible's rays,

Of Righteousness and Truth;

Here shall the wond'rous tale be told
The miracle of Israel old,

And its undying youth.

May justice ever here prevail,
May love of all Mankind ne'er fail,
And Charity ne'er cease;

May God's Shekinah calmly rest,

And they who gather here be blessed

With Concord and with Peace.

LOUIS MARSHALL.

*Composed on the occasion of the dedication of the New Temple of the "Society of Concord," Syracuse, New York.

Consecration Hymn

'ATHER of Life and Light and Power,

FA

To Thee we consecrate this hour!

With earnest hope, with purpose pure,
Oh, make this happy promise sure.

Except Thou build, we work in vain,
With holy zeal dost Thou sustain.
Bind all our hearts in rich increase
Of helpful deeds that ne'er shall cease.

Help us to lay foundations strong
Of love for right, of grief for wrong,
And brotherhood with every race
That seeks or needs the Father's grace.

Help us to grow in pure desires,
Kindle our souls with heavenly fires,
That higher levels may be won,
And step by step Thy will be done.

Build in us all Thy spirit's shrine:
Then shall we beam with light divine,

"And work with heart and soul and might
For Truth and Freedom, God and Right."

R. WAGNER.

The Kingdom of God

HERE is no unbelief;

THE

Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod
And waits to see it push away the clod,
He trusts in God.

Whoever says when clouds are in the sky, "Be patient, heart; light breaketh by-and-by," Trusts the Most High.

Whoever sees, 'neath winter's field of snow, The silent harvest of the future grow, God's power must know.

Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep, Content to lock each sense in slumber deep, Knows God will keep.

EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.

Rebecca's Hymn

(From "Ivanhoe")

WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonish'd lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands Return'd the fiery column's glow.

There rose the choral hymn of praise,

And trump and timbrel answer'd keen, And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between.

No portents now our foes amaze,
Forsaken Israel wanders lone;

Our fathers would not know Thy ways,
And Thou hast left them to their own.

But present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen
To temper the deceitful ray.

And oh, when stoops on Judah's path
In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!

Our harps we left by Babel's streams,
The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn;
No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, harp and horn,
But Thou hast said, the blood of goat,
The flesh of rams, I will not prize;
A contrite heart, a humble thought,
Are Mine accepted sacrifice.

GE

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

A Jewish Family

ENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings
Might bear thee to this glen,

With faithful memory left of things

To pencil dear and pen,

Thou wouldst forego the neighboring Rhine,

And all his majesty—

A studious forehead to incline

O'er this poor family.

The Mother-her thou must have seen,

In spirit, ere she came

To dwell these rifted rocks between,

Or found on earth a name;