SILVER candlesticks that beam, Holding candles ranged in line, Stand on snowy tablecloth, Near the Sabbath bread and wine. Lovingly my mother lights Six white candles, one for each Dear and loving, living child, When the twilight hours reach Bringing in the Sabbath bride; And in festive robes arrayed, Spreads her palms before her eyes Moistened by the tears that strayed; And, like beamings of Shekinah, Some ethereal beauty plays Round her lips as, nodding, she In a plaintive murmur prays, By the candle's light and flame; And her face begins to shine, And her brow with grace is haloed And transfigured, calm, divine Looks she, chanting soft and low; "Lord of life and joy and light, Man whose flame of life is short Makes his light all clear and bright. "May my children, plants of Zion, Love Thee, doing Thy behest, Fed on manna of the Bible, Nourished by the Torah's breast. "Make us, scions of the prophets, Happy in a life lived whole; Lived in honor, labor, love, Lived in holiness of soul. "I, Thy handmaid, what am I? But to all you deign your grace; Make my children little lights, Lighting well their little place. "Make us, seed of Abraham, Love-flames burning far and free; Lights of love and lights of virtue, Shining, beaming, God, for Thee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AN UNWRITTEN TRAGEDY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EARTH TO EARTH by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY TWO SONS by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |