Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SACRED LYRIC, by ISIDORE G. ASCHER Poet's Biography First Line: When sorrow, blinded with her tears Last Line: O lord of hosts! To comfort me. Subject(s): God; Jews; Pity; Judaism | ||||||||
WHEN Sorrow, blinded with her tears, Upon my life in darkness stole And quenched my hopes and roused my fears, And smote and pierced my weary soul, O, then, I turned my heart to Thee, O Lord of Hosts, to comfort me. When, like rough winds in stormy skies, Fears lashed my heart and seared my brain, Until before my aching eyes Life's joys were pitilessly slain, Alone, I turned, O God, to Thee, To solace and to comfort me. For cares may blind and gloom may shroud, And desolation chill the heart, But Thou canst rend the blackest cloud, And heal life's anguish and its smart; As humbly I may turn to Thee. O Lord of Hosts! to comfort me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL AN INVOCATION by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |
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