Ere yet the morn in glory rose, 766.
Erect he stands, in fervent prayer, 403.
Eternal Lord, His praise I sing, 395.

Extol we now the living God, 399.

Extolled be the living God and lauded be His name, 398. Exult, my soul, in consciousness proud, 413.

Farewell, O Prince, farewell, O sorely tried, 507.

Farewell? Oh, no! It may not be, 89.

Farewell! the word is idle, not in vain, 760.

Father of Light and Life and Power, 630.

Father of Mercies, and all Human Love, 678.

Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak, 610.

Fire from high, holy heaven down-drawn, 742.

Fools who kill for the lust of blood, fiends of the slaughter pen, 673.

For ages imprisoned in shadow, 153.

For garnered fields and meadows cropped, 299.
For God, the living God, my soul's athirst, 422.
For I have hither come, O ye dead bones, 661.
For, if we be not of the lost Ten Tribes, 533.
For that day, that day of bliss entrancing, 65.
For the first time a lovely scene, 20.
Forget Thee, oh my God! and can this be, 125.
France has no dungeons in her island tomb, 656.
Friday night! come draw the curtain, 268.
From Egypt once, 'mid storm and flame, 354.
From far-off ages hath this people sprung, 543.
From far Siberia's frozen plains, 662.

From His garden bed our Lord, 226.

From mem'ry's lofty vantage ground, 627.

From old to new, with broadening sweep, 285.

From Shushan's royal palace came the edict dread and

dark, 340.

From Sinai's top the lightnings flashed, 67.

From the hall of our fathers in anguish we fled, 130.
From the hills of the West, as the sun's setting beam, 133.
From the last hill that looks on the once holy dome, 157.
From town and village to a wood, stript bare, 659.
Full oft has the ark been opened, 303.

Full sweet of a truth is the sparkle of wine, 771.

Genius of Raphael! if thy wings, 632.

Gifts, as romantic as the cruse of oil, 618.

Glows once more in the Russian sky, the blood-red dawn of

a day of hate, 663.

Go forth among this homeless race, 535.

Go forth, O people, 159.

Go forth! thou man of force, 156.

Go where a foot hath never trod, 50.

Go, with the wand'rer's staff in hand, 503.
God got me ere His works began, 121.

God healed him while he slept, 735.

God made the world with rhythm and rime, 622.
God of the World, eternity's sole Lord, 274.

God of thunder! from whose cloudy seat, 134.

God said: "I will make a poet," 648.

God, that heaven's seven climates hath spread forth, 76.

God, whom shall I compare to Thee, 424.

Gone another year, 435.

Gone is thine hour of night, 132.

Good Rabbi Nathan had rejoiced to spend, 194.

"Good sir, thou didst me order," 517.

Groups of radiant angels soaring, 723.

Grow old along with me, 615.

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, 483.

Happy he who saw of old, 445.

Hard by the walls of Plevna, not fifty yards away, 689.

Hast thou heard the voice of my Belov'd, 117.

Have you read in the Talmud of old, 207.

He came into the Camp of Creed, 751.

He sang of God, the mighty source, 98.

He set us free, 534.

He stood on Nebo's lofty crest, 77.

He stopped at last, 51.

Hear, O Israel, Jehovah, the Lord our God is one, 563.

Her hair is winged with summer nights, 636.

Here lies Nachshon, man of great renown, 767.

Hidden in the ancient Talmud, 200.

Hillel, the gentle, the beloved sage, 167.

His dark face kindled in the East, 529.

His was another race than mine, 725.

Hold thou thy friend's honor dear as is thine own, 209.

Hope for the salvation of the Lord, 420.

Hope! Not distant is the Springtime, 625.

How canst thou face thy Maker, how canst thou ever dare,

677.

How cloudy is the sky, 545.

How great, O Israel, have thy sufferings been, 564.

How great thy Thoughts, how Glorious thy Designs, 12.

How long, O Lord! how long, 488.

How long, O Lord, shall sobs and sighs, 664.

How long wilt thou in childhood's slumber lie, 237.
How may we know you, year of all, 282.

How shall I stand before Thee, Lord, and I am bowed with shame, 435.

How shall we spend, O Lord, 623.

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, 651. How vain and dull this common world must seem, 749. Hundreds of years agone, my brothers, 585.

Hush'd was the evening hymn, 85.

Hushed are the sounds of party-strife, 730.

I abide, 538.

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I am come with the dawn on the swift wings of light, 473. I am the suppliant for my people here, 451.

I asked my Muse had she any objection, 361.

I asked the wind, "Where hast thou been," 174.

I bless Thee, Father, for the grace, 273.

I cannot find Thee! still on restless pinion, 17.
I cannot leave thee, husband; in thine arm, 758.

I dreamt I saw an angel in the sky, 616.

I had a mighty vision from the skies, 543.

I hear His voice in song of wren, 419.

I kindled my eight little candles, 325.

I know not what this world would be, 70.

I love my God, but with no love of mine, 16.

I marked in the midst of the glittering throng, 572.

I remember in my childhood, 358.

I saw a maiden sweet and fair, 639.

I saw in rift of cloud a beaming light, 519.

I saw 'twas in a dream, the other night, 724.

I stand in the dark; I beat on the floor, 38.

I stood, to-day, in a temple, 284.

I thirst for God, to Him my soul aspires, 421.

I will not have you think me less, 246.

I will sing a song of heroes, 25.

I will sing high-hearted Moses, 46.

If I had known, dear Master, when of late, 732.

If I have failed, my God, to see, 293.

"If, Jerusalem, I ever," 231.

If one should say, "Thou art a Jew," 559.

If Patriarchal days alone were thine, 721.

If thou art merry, here are airs, 10.

If thought ever reach to Heaven, 617.

I'm but a child, and childish toys, 286.

Impassioned hours, when Hebrew was the key, 236.
Imperial Persia bowed to his wise sway, 142.

In all great Shushan's palaces was there, 333.

In Arabia's book of fable, 253.

In Babylon they sat and wept, 519.
In doubt, in weariness, in woe, 59.

In dying, will the parting breath, 126.

In Hester Street, hard by a telegraph post, 575.
In his chamber sat the Rabbi, 118.

In Judah, in the days of story, 313.

In Judah's halls the harp is hushed, 42.

In lonely hours of thought I long, 287.

In Paris all look'd hot and like to fade, 640.

In quaint old Talmud's pages, 267.

In schools of wisdom all the day was spent, 189.

In stern debate, all through the night they strove, 169.

In the dark depths of those great soulful eyes, 640.

In the height and depth of His burning, 454.

In the land of Brittany, and long ago, 607.

In the sadness of your eyes, 598.

In the weary night they come to me, 668.
In the wondrous breastplate golden, 72.
Into the tomb of ages past, 283..

Is it so far from thee, 106.

Is life worth living? To the querulous cry, 723.
Israel in fetters still! The prophet's wand, 360.
It was not granted to her she should lead, 745.

Japan hath Western culture? So you say. O vain sophistic thought, 765.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem, 129.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem, 490.

Jerusalem, my boast and pride, 467.

Jerusalem! on thy ruin'd walls, 131.

Jerus'lem! Jerus'lem! thy glories have fled, 465.

Jew and Christian, side by side, 706.

Judge of the earth, who wilt arraign, 442.

Kalich, thou of the dark and brooding face, 643.
Kindle the taper like the steadfast star, 319.
King Solomon, before his palace gate, 120.

Lamp of my feet, whereby we trace, 1.
Land of the cedar and palm, 501.

Leave me alone in sorrow! Ask me not, 90.
Leave not a veil before my eyes, 418.

Lechayim, my brethren, Lechayim,

Let candles shed your light, 329.

say, 301.

Let no lament break forth but rather, 746.

Let the voice of the mourner be heard on the mountain, 95.

Let those who will hang rapturously o'er, 11.

Let us build to the Lord of the earth in each place, 296.

Lift up thine head, oh Israel, gird thine armor on anew, 530. Like a tender, loving maiden, 349.

Like the crash of the thunder, 460.

Little cruet in the Temple, 318.

Little man of sorrows, whither would you wander, 473. Lo! above the mournful chanting, 288.

Lo! as the potter mouldeth plastic clay, 444.

Lo! I am Death! With aim as sure as steady, 244.
Lo! I recall the siege which fell on me, 369.

Lo, this is the law that I gave you, 362.

Lone in the wilderness, her child and she, 31.
Lord, do Thou guide me on my pilgrim way, 427.
Lord, I remember, and am sore amazed, 456.
Lord of the world, He reigned alone, 390.

Lord of the world, we seek Thy face, 416.

Lord over all! whose power the sceptre swayed, 390.
Lord, the true that follow Thee, 321.

Lord! who art merciful as well as just, 417.
Lovely grapes and apples, 298.

Maid of Persia, Myrtle named, 335.

Make friends with him! He is of royal line, 344.
May has come from out the showers, 577.

May He who sets the holy and profane, 276.
Methought I saw the heavy eyelids rise, 701.

Methought on two Jews' meeting I did chance, 557.

'Mid the light spray their snorting camels stood, 56.
Mighty, praised beyond compare, 330.

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau, 534.
Most prayers of my childhood days, 765.

Mother England, Mother England, 'mid the thousands, 567.

Mourn, Mizraim, mourn! The weltering wave, 57.

Must the sea plead in vain that the river, 502.

My dark-browed daughter of the sun, 635.

My darling, your grace, 639.

My God, I know that those who plead, 434.

My harp is on the willow-tree, 719.

My heart is in the East, tho' in the West I live, 246.

My Love! hast Thou forgotten, 405.

My people, my people! Arise, O bleeding East, 497.

My Rabbi was Nature-she set me to learn, 699.

My soul surcharged with grief now loud complains, 249.
My sweet gazelle! From thy bewitching eyes, › 248.
My times are in Thy hand, 110.

Naught is there in life worth living, 619.

Ned will not keep the Jewish Sabbath, not he, 767.
Night has on the earth descended, 718.

No coward soul is mine, 15.

No dirge or solemn bell, 508.

No hate can stifle our religion's birth, 599.

No longer the children of Zion need weep, 486.