Save me O Lord, my God I call on Thee! Make me to know the path of life aright, From sore and wasting sickness snatch Thou me, Lead me from day to night. We are like clay within Thy hand, O Lord, May He who sets the holy and profane Apart blot out our sins before His sight, And make our numbers as the sand again, And as the stars of night. ALICE LUCAS. The Twin Stars UP above me star and star Side by side like twins they are: Like on Sabbath light and light, If Almighty's eyes they be, But if lights for Sabbath-day Who'll the Blessing o'er them say? JOEL BLAU. (Translated by the author from his Hebrew original.) The Twin Stars TWO stars are shining in the skies, Like tapers on the Sabbath eve If God Almighty's eyes they are, JOEL BLAU. (Translated by George Alexander Kohut.) The Sabbath Day-Kiddush and Habdalah Sacred symbol of faith! Fruitful token of Love! Of wearisome, worrying, work-a-day toil; Then in spirit ecstatic that thrills the heart's chord The Outgoing of Sabbath HE shadows have taken the place of the sun, THE The Sabbath is over, the glory is gone; And the household is wrapped in dreariness gray, The Talith is folded, the incense suppressed, The golden-clasped Bible is laid in the chest ; A fire is set to the drippings of wine, The Habdalah light quenched in the smouldering shine; The last of the wine cup is drained by the young, On the mind and the memory lies like a stain; ALTER ABELSON. The Last Sabbath Light THE 'HE last lone Sabbath candle sheds Three other wicks as black as night Without, the darkness gathers thick; "On me a mother's tears were shed So gather up my dying flame And build a star in heaven." H. ROSENBLATT. (Translated by Leah W. Leonard.) Selichoth WHEN the pride of the rose is the image of sor row, And the leaf that is yellow, steals joy from to-mor row, When the night is the darkest, and the stars are the brightest, When sleep is the soundest, and dreams are the light est, When warm is the home, and the heavens are chilly, And soft is the couch, and the rising is hilly, When the nests and the flowers are dreaming and sleeping, Who is it, with heaven is silently weeping As he dashes a dream from his dim drowsy eye, When searching for signs of the dawn in the sky? Who is it in shadows, a lantern is lighting, And fondles a hymnal, days darkened with blighting, The covers all frayed, and the folios yellowed; O'er royalties fallen with manifold sighings, O'er Eden in ruins though dewdrops are falling, Through bowers where silent the birds are in dreaming Of songs they will sing when the heavens are beam ing, O'er gems that are sparkling on bluebells and grasses, With the dew on his brow, the malign mists defy- 'Tis the Jew, who to God from the shadow is flying, mer; Behold it is Selichoth-the storming of heaven fire, And shod with the lightnings of souls that aspire, Make way through the seraphs that stand by His glory, And tell the Almighty sad Israel's story. O hearken how myriads of martyrs are crying, "O God, who of mercy made sceptre and station, 1 |