Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, B'NAI BRITH, by ROSALIE IDA BLUN STRAUS



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B'NAI BRITH, by                    
First Line: Pause, o ye winds of heaven, pause in your
Last Line: Light! Light! For the night-wrapt world—yea, spread it to the poles.
Alternate Author Name(s): Straus, Mrs. Isidor
Subject(s): Independent Order B'nai Brith; Jews; B'nai Brith; Judaism


PAUSE, O ye winds of Heaven, pause in your winged flight
To catch on your spreading bosom, on your circling pinions bright,
The voices of Heavenly joyance, the pæans of gladsome praise
That float from yon mansion of splendor, lit by eternal rays.

That float yon palace of beauty, that rears to a towering height
In proud built, massive grandeur, its gleaming walls of light,
Yea, count ye, the many stories, and mark ye the noble air
'Tis the Order B'nai B'rith—a castle wondrous fair!

Then pause, O ye fleeting winds, and hark to the pulsing swells,
The anthems of glorious hope, the peal of the Jubilee bells!
As they mount to the crystal skies, and gladden the welkin above
With their silvery voices of love, born of a golden love.

A myriad host of voices, that flood the night with glee
And grow from a muffled murmur to an outcry wild and free
As we climb from the level upward, in the wondrous palace of light,
And the bells increase in beauty, and the walls increase in might.

The sun-kissed heights at last; in pride subdued we turn
To cast a backward glance, and our souls within us burn,
Yea friends, a noble structure, framed from our hearts' best love
With willing hands well-wrought, and blessed by Heaven above.

See from the thousand windows, the streaming rays of light
Dispelling with warmth and splendor the darkness of the night,
And guiding the weary ones, lost in the blackness without,
Straight to the Beacon of hope, away from the labyrinth of doubt.

The twilight of ignorance changing to the glorious noonday bright,
A lamp of life to the struggling, a torch to the blinded sight,
Enlightenment, fair motto engraved on our walls and souls;
Light! Light! for the night-wrapt world—yea, spread it to the poles.





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