Such thoughts, whose influence the glowing mind And this same spark that in us dwells, His living breath has reached our bosoms, too, From Him who plants in the immortal soul DEBORAH KLEINERT JANOWITZ 158 THE HOUSE OF GOD How goodly is Thy house, O Lord! As God to all eternity. Hither we come to praise Thy name, Accord us, then, Thy tender love; RABBI HENRY S. JACOBS 159 ISRAEL How great, O Israel, have thy sufferings been Without a country and without a home! Throughout the world men scorned the Hebrew's faith That holy creed of origin divine; They stamped as crime his sacred, pure belief, "Cursed be the Jews!" this was the fearful cry That followed e'er the Hebrew where he fled; Proud monarchs were his deadly foes, and popes Hurled their anathemas upon his head. And Israel, once a nation proud and great, From whom sprang sages, kings and prophets grand, Earth's mightiest race, the chosen of the Lord, Was mocked and scorned and jeered in every land! 2 In sunny Spain, the Inquisition dread Cast him in dungeons terrible and dire, Oh, shame! that such a fearful blot as this On Torquemada and his hated band! Where'er the Hebrew roamed, on land or sea, And furious mobs deemed it a noble act To vent on him their hatred and their wrath. Ten thousand martyrs died for Israel's cause, Through all the horrors of that fearful time, Through gloom and death, the Hebrew saw afar, 'With faith's unfailing and undying eye, Beyond the clouds, hope's bright and glorious star. He knew that God would rise 'gainst Israel's foes As, long ago, upon the Red Sea coast, With miracles He saved His chosen race, And in the sea 'whelmed Pharaoh's mighty host. And gloriously was that bright trust fulfilled, Yes, Judah proudly stands, 'midst all mankind, Weep not, O Israel, for thy martyred ones, Her fairest garlands and her brightest blooms. Their names are grav'n on honor's deathless page, Mourn not, O Israel, for the glorious past; And cause the nations of the world to know Oh! may the time soon come when o'er the earth Thus Israel's ancient glory will return, And Israel's banner be again unfurled; MAX MEYERHARDT 160 OUR EVERLASTING FRIEND Divine Disposer of events, To whom all praise belongs! In timid tones if angels speak Of Thee, all-knowing God, How then shall man, minute and weak, Thy excellencies laud? All heights and depths in nature's bound Are visible to Thee: The lofty heart, the mind profound, The mountain and the sea. PENINA MOÏSE |