THE GOODNESS OF GOD Each little rill that many a year Has the same verdant path pursued, And every bird, in accents clear, Joins in the song that God is good. The restless sea, with haughty roar, Calms each wild wave and billow rude, Retreats submissive from the shore, And swells the chorus,-" God is good." The countless hosts of twinkling stars The moon that walks in brightness says 321 MRS. FOLLEN 150 THE GOODNESS OF GOD Yes, God is good: in earth and sky, God made us all and God is good." The sun that keeps his trackless way, The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renew'd; And balmy air and falling rain, Each softly whispers, "God is good." I hear it in the rushing breeze; Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that "God is good." JOHN HAMPDEN GURNEY 151 THEY TELL ME They tell me," Give thy nation up; They tell me: "Think not to rebuild Of whose old splendor there is left HEBREW CRADLE SONG "Dream not thy nation to arouse Out of its slumber deep; Behold, it has so many years Lain in a marmot's sleep!" False prophets, hush! Fie, charlatans! The path my fathers trod through life Should Death demand me, I will mount My God, my race, I will not change More than a stranger's treasure-house A grave among my sires. 323 EZEKIEL LEAVITT Translation from the Hebrew by Alice Stone Blackwell 152 HEBREW CRADLE SONG Night has on the earth descended, All around is silence deep. Sleep, my darling, I am with thee; Sleep a calm and peaceful sleep. I no lullabies shall sing thee; Sleep in peace, oh, sleep on sweetly, Wondrous songs we used to sing, Turning green with early spring. Where grew daffodils and myrtles, Stately palms upreared their heights, Cypress trees spread wide their branches, Splendid roses blossomed bright. But those notes are hushed and silenced; Mourning sounds instead of singing; All thou needs must know, my darling, But why now in vain disturb thee? The dark day of rain hath passed! To the school, my son, I'll lead thee A PSALM OF LIFE 325 Pearls of wisdom in our Talmud, Gems our sages' lore affords; Thou shalt taste of prayer's first sweetness Ne'er forget thou art a Hebrew ! That thy mother used to tell! EZEKIEL LEAVITT Translation from the Russian by Alice Stone Blackwell 153 A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID Tell me not, in mournful numbers, For the soul is dead that slumbers, Life is real! Life is earnest! Not enjoyment and not sorrow |