This book-this holy book, on every line, 1.
This day is for Israel light and rejoicing, 275.
This day sublime elect, my God, to Thee, 292.
This holy book I'd rather own, 11.

This picture does the story express, 48.

This was the shepherd boy who slung the stone, 108.
Thou art a Jew, and all is said, 561.

Thou art of all created things, 14.

Thou beautiful Sabbath, thou sanctified day, 261.

Thou art but One! O God to Whom we bow, 665.

Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of might, 126.

Thou canst have no other God but mine, 715.

Thou fairest one of Judah's daughters, 637.

Thou glory of a thousand kings, 144.

Thou God, the only God, 123.

Though life may fade, love never dies, 727.

Thou lookest backward reverently. 'Tis well, 707.

Thou poor wan phantom of a vanished joy, 348.
Thou knowest my tongue, O God, 241.

Thou sacred flame, so mellow and subdued, 154.

Thou, to whom my name bears witness, 215.

Thou sweet Sabbath of rest! Priceless gift from above, 278. Though bare of bloom the broad-leafed fig, 122.

Though our harps hang on the willows, 486.

Three thousand miles of Atlantic seas and a throb that cuts

the top, 591.

Thrice happy nation! Favorite of heaven, 533."

Thrones that stood and realms that flourished, 40.

Thy beauty, Israel, is gone, 96.

Thy faithful sons, whom Thou in love hast owned, 214.

Thy praise, O Lord, will I proclaim, 296.

Thy spirit, Sage, is ever on the wing, 736.

Thy thoughts are here, my God, 5.

'Tis night, dark night! a solemn stillness reigns, 52.

'Tis sorrow, O King! of the heart, 140.

'Tis to the East the Hebrew bends, 487.

'Tis written in the chapter of "the Cave," 74.

To each his country dearer far, 720.

To Israel the charge belongs, 410.

To Israel this day is joy ever bless'd, 414.

To the home of the rabbi a Lord in his splendor, 617.
To thee o'er whose fresh-closed tomb, 732.

To Thee we give ourselves to-day, 293.

Trembling old men are stamm'ring, 684.

"Truth is an idol," spake the Christian sage, 650. Turn, O Israel, turn and live, 294.

'Twas the love that lightened service, 34.

Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass, 669.
Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, 20.

Two stars are shining in the skies, 278.

Under no skies but ours, her grave be made, 738.

Under shining, under shadow, 523.

Under the Orient skies of sapphire where the sun is all aglow, 540.

Upon a stone in olden time, 33.

Unto thy Rock, O my soul, uplift thy gaze, 420.

Up above me star and star, 277.

Victor of God! O thou whose lamp of Fame, 305.

Wake, Israel, wake! recall to-day, 309.

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword, 92.
Was it thus, stricken remnant, the glory of God, 627.
We are coming, coming, coming. Fling our banners to the
breeze, 495.

We climbed the hill where from Samaria's crown, 158.
We have toiled, O Lord, with our blood and our might, 528.
We meet to-day to call upon thy name, 746.

We own no kingdom and we flaunt no king, 623.
We sat down and wept by the waters, 137.
We sat us down by Babel's streams, 132.
We welcome thee joyfully, glorious night, 332.
We were at school together, 604.

We wonder at, we praise your life, 757.
Weep, Israel! your tardy meed outpour, 513.
Weep, weep for him, the man of God, 80.
We've read in legends of the books of old, 151.
What! do I hear the nation's boast, 624.
What offerings can we bring Thee, Lord, 297.
What praise is on our lips, what cheer, 364.
What! still reject the fated race, 542.

What this "the age of toleration"?-Yet, 715.
What treasure greater than a friend, 250.
What's the meaning of the rainstorm, 688.
When all within is dark, 241.

When ancient nations bowed the knee, 628.

When as a wall the sea, 356.

When by Jabbok the patriarch waited, 36.

When by the hand of God man was created, 206.

When he, who, from the scourge of wrong, 81.

When I think of thee, O Zion, 491.

When is the Jew in Paradise, 272.

When Israel dwelt in Egypt's land, 67.

When Israel from proud Egypt's yoke, 55.

When Israel in the wilderness, 365.

When Israel marched from Egypt's land, 463.

When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 631.
'When Israel's son in Egypt groaned, 676.

When Memnon's sculptured form the god of day, 642.
When on thy bed of pain thou layest low, 737-
When ransomed Israel saw the returning sea, 358.
When Solomon, great King of Israel, 149.

When Solomon was reigning in his glory, 114.
When Sorrow, blinded with her tears, 418.
When strife is rampant in the world, 663.

When the fisher-folk of the Netherland coast, 748.
When the great leader's task was done, 79.

When the night her vision is weaving, 103.

When the pride of the rose is the image of sorrow, 280.

When thou canst wash the Ethiopian white, 694.

When you tell of Israel's heroes, those who lived in days of old, 307.

When Zion's dire captivity, 504.

Whence, but from Heaven, could men unskill'd in arts, 9. Whence comes this motley, dark-eyed, swarthy crowd, 550. Where are the cities of the plain, 30.

Where are you going, soldiers, 462.
"Where is now Elijah's God," 226.

Where is the modern Judah Maccabee, 709.
Where wait the soldiers of the Lord, 481.
Wherefore weep our brethren yonder, 513.
Wheresoe'er I turn mine eyes, 420.

Whether of Fate, or by the hand of man, 305.

While the tribes of the earth yet in the darkness groped, 551.

Who called thee to such holy high estate, 506.

Who is this man that walketh in the field, 31.

Who shall narrate Thy wonders wrought of old, 381.
Who tamed your lawless Tartar blood, 672.

Why look ye to the dead? Awake, 755.

Why should I wander sadly, 247.

"Why so sad, thou princely child," 220.

Why, trembling and sad, dost thou stand there and mourn,

489.

Wide open, ye doors, and raise up high, O gate, 471.
Wing thee, my song, and in majestic flight, 570.
With all my heart, in truth, and passion strong, 239.
"With bated breath and whispering humbleness," 679.
With fervor and joy we give thanks to the Lord, 322.
With heads bowed down, they stand with streaming eyes,
478.

With mournful pomp they bore him to the grave, 726.
Without, the lonely night is sweet with stars, 213.
Wonderful is my love, 721.

Would you know the poet's soul, 99.

Ye daughters and soldiers of Israel look back, 60.
Ye heavens, pray for mercy on my head, 660.

Ye may not rear it now-though some aver, 574.
Yea, more than they, who through the gloomy night, 438.
"Yes, he's a Jew"-and then you shook your head, 582.
Yes, they slay us and they smite, 217.

Yet though the fig-tree should no burden beat, 122.

You know the tale of Queen Esther, 334.

You need no meed of praise in song or prose, 761.
You see these slender tapers standing there, 324.
Your loins let girt be, 498.

Zion, we love thee well, 509.

INDEX TO TITLES

Aaron Levy Green. Anonymous, 727..
Aaron's Breastplate. Anna Shipton, 71.
Abraham. John Stuart Blackie, 25.

Abraham and His Gods. Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord

Houghton), 24.

Absalom. Nathaniel Parker Willis, 104.

Adam and Eve. John Milton, 20.

Adam to Eve. John Milton, 20.

Adas Israel.

Adon Olam.

Adon Olam.

M. Beyer, 621.

Anonymous, 393.

George Borrow, 391.

Adon Olam. Israel Gollancz, 395.

Adon Olam. Jessie E. Sampter, 394.
Adon Olam. D. A. De Sola, 390.

Adon Olam. Israel Zangwill, 390.

Adonai Melech. Translated by Solomon Solis Cohen, 438.
Adoration. Madame Guyon, 16.

Adoration. David Levy, 410.

After Yom Kippur. Cora Wilburn, 294.

Age of Toleration, The. Arthur Upton, 715.

Akiba. Alter Abelson, 167.

All Father's Word, The. Emily Solis-Cohen, Jr., 358.

All the World Shall Come to Serve Thee. Translated by
Israel Zangwill, 453.

All Things to All Men. Ben Joseph Palquera (translated
by Harry W. Ettelson), 768.

American Jewess, The. Albert Ulmann, 634.

and Give Thee Peace."

Florence Weisberg, 708.

And the Heavens Shall Yield Their Dew. Solomon Ibn

Gabirol (translated by Solomon Solis Cohen), 428.

"And Zion Be the Glory Yet." Anonymous, 483.

Angel, The. Dorothy S. Silverman, 616.

Angel of Truth, The. Leopold Stein, 201.

Arch of Titus, The. Harry Wolfsohn (translated by Hor-

ace M. Kallen), 517.

Ark of the Covenant, The. Nina Davis, 146.

As Jacob Served for Rachel.

Anonymous, 34.

As the Stars and the Sands. S. Frug (translated by Joseph

Jasin), 703.