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...A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 8. MUHAIMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW |