At last, the wondrous lights are eight, Their brightness. None need stand alone Thus shall God's purpose reach its goal. Anon, the lights have grown to seven, And breathes new hope into his soul. M. M. Chanukah Lights γου see these slender tapers standing there Like Lilliputians wrestling with the air, In yellow garb, that strange suggestive hue Of tragic reminiscence to the Jew? These tiny lights have struggled thus for years; Though often bathed in blood and drenched in tears, They flicker still-It seems no mortal might Can crush God's great miracle of light. This little group of torches came to show They see and preach life's meaning and its worth. Though weak and few they caused the very heart Yea, Israel, it is Thy fate to fight In darkened corners and to shed the light HAROLD DEBREST. I Chanukah Lights KINDLED my eight little candles, Fair visions and dreams half-forgotten I musingly gazed at my candles; I read the old glorious names, The names of our heroes immortal, The noble, the brave, and the true, A battle-field saw I in vision Where many were conquered by few. Where trampled in dust lay the mighty, And Judas, the brave Maccabæus, In front of his army I saw.' His eyes shone like bright stars of heaven, "We conquered-but know, O brave comrades, 'For People and Towns of the Lord!'" He spoke, and from all the four corners And swiftly the message spread, saying: Re-kindled the lamp in the Temple, My Chanukah-candles soon flickered, P. M. RASKIN. Legendary Lights THE legendary light, Gleaming goldenly in night Beautiful, like lights in dream, In our Temple, magical- Lights, you are a living dream, Youth and dawn and May. Would your beam were more than dream, Fabled memories of flame, In your fairy flames, we'll see Faith's and freedom's Phoenix-might, The Omnipotence of Right. ALTER ABELson. Chanukah DOWN-TRODDEN 'neath the Syrian heel And in the Temple's secret place, And still the flaming altar smoked, Seven glorious brethren there had stood, And, sooner than yield up their faith, Not unavenged and not in vain Then the Menorah once again Full twenty centuries have rolled Assumed the martyr's crown. And still the Festival of Lights That make our history's page sublime MARION HARTOG. Chanukah in Russia, 1905 ET high the light where all may see SET The flame that since two thousand years Has burned-now dim with misery. A light of mourning it appears; Stand firm! still flows the cruse divine, Raise up the flag! Our doubting hearts Too long have kept it closely furled; Meekness and fear have played their parts, Valour alone can tame the world And show, in might of unity, That like our sires we shall be free. E. L. LEVETUS. |