You A Purim Poem OU know the tale of Queen Esther, Let your hearts learn the lesson so noble, Long, long ago lived Queen Esther! And you boys with hearts a-flaming With the dawn of your manhood's might, Stood firm for his faith-and the right! You know how the old story ended- But Israel needs now, as ever, Strong hearts that are fearless and true— And her honor that Mordecai guarded Be fearless! Nay, why should you falter, Hath shown through dark years like a light!. And if ever you tire in the struggle, And the right seems o'ercome and afarThen remember the old Purim story, The story of Esther the "Star." Esther ISABELLA R. HESS. SWEET Jewish maid, crown'd with a mon arch's love, Thy gentle grace Sought for no glory, for no sov'reign pow'r, "If thy handmaiden hath good favour found In the king's eyes, Grant but my people's lives (e'en tho' I be For we are sold, my people and myself, How can I bear to see my kindred's wrong, So thou art honoured and thy name shall live While Time shall be, O queenly heart! Our homage and our love We bring to thee. MA FLORENCE WEISBERG. Maid of Persia AID of Persia, Myrtle named, Queen to-day from oldest yore— Israel's maidens be like thee, To the cause of Israel, That they yield not to the spell Oh, our hearts are thine to-day Let thy spirit be our share Lord and queen eternally In the heart of man and maid, Of "the foe that stalks by night, Be thy spirit ever near. HARRY WEISS. Esther A FACE more vivid than he dreamed who drew Thy portrait in that thrilling tale of old! Dead queen, we see thee still, thy beauty cold As beautiful; thy dauntless heart which knew No fear, not even of a king who slew At pleasure; maiden heart which was not sold, Though all the maiden flesh the king's red gold Did buy! The loyal daughter of the Jew, No hour saw thee forget his misery; Thou wert not queen until thy race went free; Yet thoughtful hearts, that ponder slow and deep, Find doubtful reverence at last for thee; Thou heldest thy race too dear, thyself too cheap; Honor no second place for truth can keep. HELEN HUNT JACKSON. Purim UEEN ESTHER-so the Scriptures say- Of her good deeds I need not tell, And Haman was straightway bereft This tale has run for quite a time, And many things we never do, The ultra-rabbi, now the style, The pious man, religion's prop, The youth who does for "Ethics" pine, And editors, who never pray, Who "squeech" each other every day, The rich relax, the poor receive, Long live Queen Esther's glorious fame; LABEL. In Shushan I O'ER lordly Shushan's terrac'd walls The starry cloak of midnight falls, Or some faint fountain's silvery tongue |