O let Thy banner soar Who bear through all their line Let all the world behold Be then the truth made known O let them, sanctified, The well-beloved declare When as a wall the sea In heaps uplifted lay, A new song unto Thee, Sang the redeemed that day. JUDAH HA-LEVI. (Translated by Alice Lucas.) The All Father's Word WHEN ransomed Israel saw the returning sea O'erwhelm the vast array of Pharaoh's pride, And raised exultant hymn above the tide:"Lord God eternal who is like to Thee, Awful in praises, working wondrously!" God silent bode; but when His angels vied With men in choir antiphonal, and cried :"His outstretched arm hath set His children free!" And heaven like earth rocked with tumultuous song, God spake rebuking; and the shamed, mute throng, Awe-swept and trembling, glimpsed a vision new Of Love and Pity Infinite, as they heard The fathomless sorrow of the All Father's word: "Peace. They that perish are My children too." EMILY SOLIS-COHEN, JR. I The Feast of Freedom That remain forever new. Of the Pesach-days he told me, Of the Festival of Freedom, Of Revival and of Spring. Of the slave-people in Egypt, How on them, the God-forsaken, How among them rose a leader, How he taught the fettered people How the people's march to Freedom "Then it was our people's Spring-time, After which a Summer came, Followed by a golden harvest, Free from yoke and free from shame." "Grand-sire, dear," I asked enraptured, "How long did that Summer last?" But he sadly gazed and pondered, And he answered me at last. "Child, it was a long, bright Summer, But a winter came again, Came with cold, and snow, and showers, With its gales of grief and pain. "Frost and tempest-strife, contention- "Furious storm once more dispersed us; Into lands of cruel despots Went to face a bondman's fate.. "Grand-sire, dear, why does this Winter "Yes, my boy, it seems so endless, "In his soul will re-awaken Courage, will, and pride, and might; "But till then, ere Spring's arrival- P. M. RASKIN. Pesach Le' Osid (The Passover of the Future) ISRAEL in fetters still! The prophet's wand Shall pass the homes of God's appointed by The clouds shall pass and earth shall grow like heaven. The Omer SO, Lord, teach us to number our days, And a measure of pain. And the end? The dead chaff from the sheaf? That the soul, spite of dying, ne'er dies, Sfere * M. M. I ASKED my Muse had she any objection To laughing with me, not a word for reply! You see, it is Sfere, our time for dejection And can a Jew laugh when the rule is to cry? You laughed then you say? 'tis a sound to affright one In Jewish delight, what is worthy the name? The laugh of a Jew it is never a right one, For laughing and groaning with him are the same. *Sephira, a period of mourning commemorating the disasters to Israel during the Crusades. |