Our fathers' faith, our fathers' God, ROBERT LOVEMAN. The Everlasting Jew HE Jew of whom I spake is old, so old THE He seems to have outlived a world's decay; With light, and to the soul that quickens them To the winter wind; but from his eye looks forth Thou art an adept in the difficult lore The birth of this old world through all its cycles And when man was not, and how man became I honor thee, and would be what thou art What thou hast taught me, but I now perceive Thou dost not own that art, device, or God,: PERCY BYSSHe Shelley. Jews PRIDE and humiliation hand in hand Walked with them through the world where'er they went, Trampled and beaten were as the sand, And yet as unshaken as the continent. For in the background, figures vague and vast, ANONYMOUS. Israel's Spiritual Lamp IABIDE By that wise spirit of listening reverence Which marks the boldest doctors of our race. For Truth, to us, is like a living child Born of two parents: if the parents part And will divide the child, how shall it live? Or, I will rather say: Two angels guide The paths of man, both aged and yet young, As angels are, ripening through endless years. On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp which streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields Yet clings with loving cheek, and shines anew, To higher paths, by brightening Reason's lamp. The Spirit of Hebraism THEY tell me my spirit's departed, But my vanishing fires ancestral Where the last faint flashes are seen, They tell me, not knowing my Spirit Tho' smouldering in its own ashes It will live in the colors on canvas, To the last generation of man. It will speak from the lips of new Prophets, And their truth from the heights will be hurled, From a model city of Justice Where its flag will blazon unfurled. ' From the Hebrew of HARRY WOLFSOHN. (Translated by H. B. Ehrmann.) Zion's Universal Temple UNDER the Orient skies of sapphire where the sun is all aglow, With a radiance far surpassing all the western climes can know, There's a pathos haunting ever in the sunlight's splendor there For old Zion's temple mould'ring, for old Zion once so fair. But away with all this moaning that is playing fast and loose With the sentiments sure tending now to break a people's truce; For affection once divided, try it may, can never stand As the symbol of the union that shall mark Messiah's land Vision-traced Messiah's land, Where true love shall sway its wand. Of unbroken Peace, that lords at God's command. Liquid gold of sun's own moulding bent to make a world-wide dome, Shall in future roof the temple marking every nation's home: Paved by earth and sea together, shall its tesselated floor On its huge mosaic gather all the nations that adoreNations that shall soon adore Zion's God of cherished yore, With the pæans That the æons Echo shall forevermore. HARRY WEISS. A Song of Israel ISRAEL! wanderer through the weary years A world-wide pilgrimage of hopes and fears, Since Jacob laid him down that night to sleep And saw the angel legions downward sweep, Beside the majestic Nile, on Egypt's sand, There on the desert saw the uplifted hand, Beside the Euphrates, where Babylon's wall He saw the giant empires rise and fall, And when in wrath the Roman eagles came And drove him out in thunder and in flame, See yonder, on the snow-clad Russian plain, Beset and hunted by the imperial train Like sheep by wolves. But surely not in vain They cry to Heaven. |