NO hate can stifle our religion's birth, This gift eternal, like the stars that shine Point heavenwards, yet light each clod of earth, Our footsteps press, when care and sorrow line The groping paths of life; our souls shall knead The visions of the past, the day's desire, And all that beautifies our simple creed In one eternal, and ethereal fire! The flame that vivifies the Jewish race, That consecrates the joys of common life, Which time's corrosive touch can ne'er efface, The boon in toil, the sweetness in the strife, The truth that animates like Heaven's sun, Our prayer in life and death that God is One. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |