Oh, glorious flame! Thy sparkling beams
With radiant splendor shine to-day;
Nor time, nor change, nor tyrant's power
Can quench or dim one holy ray.

Oh, heavenly lamp! Thy light shall shine
Till sin and hate from earth depart;
Till wrong shall fail and right prevail,
And justice rule the human heart.

May that bright beacon guide us still,

E'en like God's own untiring hand,

That we, when this life's storms are o'er,
May reach with joy the heavenly land.

MAX MEYERHARDT

ΙΟΙ

SHABUOTH

Let praise and song and psalmody
In chorus rise to God on high!
For He hath made this glorious day!
Be glad! Rejoice! Hallelujah!

From heaven came in brilliant rays
The law, which shines on all our ways;
Its gentle light now casts its beams
On all that dark and hidden seems.

It leads us to the realms of light
Upon our path through early night,
And sanctifies our life and will,
Our duty ever to fulfil.

Let praise and song and psalmody
In chorus rise to God on high!
For He hath made this glorious day!
Be glad! Rejoice! Hallelujah!

RABBI JAMES K. GUTHEIM

102

ROSH HASHANAH

Into the tomb of ages past

Another

year hath now been cast; Shall time unheeded take its flight, Nor leave one ray of higher light, That on man's pilgrimage may shine And lead his soul to spheres divine?

Ah! which of us, if self-reviewed,
Can boast unfailing rectitude?
Who can declare his wayward will
More prone to righteous deed than ill?
Or, in his retrospect of life,

No traces find of passion's strife?

With firm resolve your bosoms nerve
The God of right alone to serve;
Speech, thought, and act to regulate,
By what His perfect laws dictate;
Nor from His holy precepts stray,
By worldly idols lured away.

Peace to the house of Israel!
May joy within it ever dwell!
May sorrow on the opening year,
Forgetting its accustomed tear,
With smiles again fond kindred meet,
With hopes revived the festal greet!

PENINA MOÏSE

103

THE TWO VOICES

MEDITATION FOR THE NEW YEAR
Between the past and future year
We pause awhile in our career

Two voices to attend.

One speaks of life and light and bloom,
One warns us of the unseen tomb
To which all must descend.

Experience and hope thus stand
Addressing all the human band,
As on they swiftly speed.
Young pilgrims but the promise hear,
That time in every coming year

Will but to pleasure lead.

Few even of maturer age

Can that grave wisdom long engage

Which for reflection calls.

Still blind and rash, they forward pass,
The last few minutes of their glass
Wasting in mirth's gay halls.

O, listen to the warning tone

In sorrow sent from mem'ry's throne,
Ye children of the dust!

No falsehood rests upon the tongue
That counsels both the old and young
In God alone to trust.

Put off each ling'ring weakness now!
Faith will your minds with strength endow
Self-conquest to achieve ;—

Will give you fortitude to bear

The chastenings, frequent and severe,

You may on earth receive.

PENINA MOÏSE

104

KOL NIDRA

(From "The Day of Atonement ")
Lo! above the mournful chanting,

Rise the fuller-sounded wailings
Of the soul's most solemn anthem.
Hark! the strains of deep Kol Nidra-
Saddest music ever mortal
Taught his lips to hymn or sound!

Not the heart of one lone mortal

Told his anguish in that strain;
All the sorrow, pain, and struggles
Of a people in despair,

Gathered from the vale of weeping,
Through the ages of distress.

'Tis a mighty cry of beings

Held in bondage and affliction;
All the wailing and lamenting
Of a homeless people, roaming
O'er the plains and scattered hamlets
Of a world, without a refuge;

All the sorrows, trials, bereavements,-
Loss of country, home, and people,-
In one mighty strain uniting,
Chant for every age its wail;

Make the suffering years re-echo
With the wounds and pains of yore;
Give a voice to every martyr
Ever hushed to death by pain;
Every smothered shriek of daughter
Burned upon the fagot's bier;
Bring the wander-years and exile,
Persecution's harsh assailment,
Ghetto misery and hounding,
To the ears of men to-day;
Link the dark and dreary ages
With the brighter future's glow;
Weave the past and hopeful present;
Bind the living with the sleeping;
Even with the dead uniting,

When the soul would join with God.

Slowly creep the muffled murmurs. As the leaves and flowers, conspiring,