"Once again, heart's dearest, kiss me, Clasp me to thy loyal heart. 1 shall need thee, thou wilt miss me; We are one Ever, though long leagues apart." III. THE RETURN. Fourteen suns their course have sped: Struggled Ruth with want to code, As the sun upon her shines, Ruth but little heeds the throng, She is dreaming of a lad But there bursts from her a sigh, With a glance of hard disdain, O'er her work she bows her face, When she lifts her head, a shout Is approaching in the street. Slowly, midst a concourse great Passed the Rabbi, tall and fair, None than this, that thou shouldst deign Us to visit. Oh, remain, "We our servants, homes, and land, "Hold! disciples round me gather! Thou hast promised, ancient father," Suddenly the stranger cried. There was silence through the crowd: Me as inmate of thy house, "Oh, how gladly!" faintly spoke "Hear him!" Then the stranger turned Whither long his heart had yearned, Thither now his fingers strain. "My disciples! bend vour glance All I have, and all I know, 1Jamnia, at the time of the Maccabees, was a large and populous haven. After the destruction of Jerusalem, it became the seat of the Rabbinicar schools. In thy sweet, unselfish love; "God-made woman! man may roam Years from thee,-but thou art home, Whither with the olive leaf Must his whitest longings wing, And their purest treasures bring; Solace thou to every grief. "Let me pass! in very_truth, Sighs my spirit after Ruth, Clear a passage to the door! Back, sirs! we must meet alone, That true heart is mine,-mine own. See! her dear eyes trickle o'er. "Let me pass, to wipe those tears, THE RABBI'S VISION. BEN LEVI sat with his books alone lattice shone In the power of autumn's prime; It shone on the darkly learned page, And the snowy locks of the lonely Sage But he sat and mark'd not its silvery light, For his thoughts were on other themes that night. Wide was the learn'd Ben Levi's fame Yet a question ask'd by a simple maid Old were the characters, and black As the soil when sear'd by the lightning's track, But broad and full that the dimmest sight Might clearly read by the moon's pale light; But, oh! 'twas a dark and fearful theme All the blood that the Earth had seen For vows in that blacken'd page had place Which Time had ne'er reveal'd, And many a faded and furrow'd face By death and dust conceal'dEyes that had worn their light away In weary watching from day to day, And tuneful voices which Time had heard Grow faint with the sickness of hope deferr'd. The Rabbi read till his eye grew dim With the mist of gathering tears, For it woke in his soul the frozen stream Which had slumber'd there for years; And he turn'd, to clear his clouded sight, From that blacken'd page to the sky so bright And joy'd that the folly, crime, and Long and well had Ben Levi preach'd And many a sinner his sermons reach'd, But never again to mortal ears Did the Rabbi preach of aught FRANCES BROWNE (1816-). THE SABBATH EVE. IN quaint old Talmud's pages, For, as the rabbins say, Of him on Sabbath eve But if the darkness there By the dark mountains guarded well, and on the other side Of Havila, for gold renowned, a land lies broad and wide. Four-square it lies-a man at speed might travel every way, And would not pass from end to end until the ninetieth day. The mountains with their barriers dark upon three sides enclose This goodly land, but on the fourth a wondrous river flows; Between whose banks no water rolls, but rush and roar along Rocks, stones, and mixed, strong; sand, together with tumult loud and And higher than the houses' tops huge fragments leap and fly But on the holy seventh day it sleepeth quietly. Sabbation it is therefore named, for on the Sabbath day From eve till eve again comes back, that river sleeps alway; Without a sound or slightest stir that day it doth remain, But then, the Sabbath done, returns unto its strength again So fierce that if in middle stream were set an adamant rock, It would be shattered presently before the furious shock. By night a two days' journey off its rushing heard may be, Like thunder, like a mighty wind, or like the roaring sea. But they, when, in that foreign land awhile they had remained, Said, 'Let us rise and seek some place by idols unprofaned, Where we, by sore affliction taught, at length may understand, And keep the law we never kept while in our former land.' This counsel taking with themselves, and caring not for foes, And caring not for length of way, nor danger, they arose; They rose together, and dryshod the great Euphrates passed, And ever journeying northward reached this goodly land at last A goodly land-with all good things their old land knew supplied, And all the plagues that vexed them there forever turned aside: A land of streams that fear no drought, that never fail to flow, Of wells not fed by scanty rains, but springing from below; Where never upon sounding wing advance the locust swarm, To hide the noon-day sun, and bring to every green thing harm; Where never from the desert blows the scorching fiery wind, That breathes o'er fields of flowers, and leaves a wilderness behind: No snake or scorpion, fox or dog, nor any beast unclean, Nor aught that can bring harm to man, through all the land is seen. A little child will feed the flocks in forests far away, Not fearing man, nor evil beast, nor demon of noon-day. And theirs the ancient Hebrew tongue, the speech which angels love; And their true prayers in that are made, and always heard aboveHeard, too, in doleful worlds below, where at their hours of prayer The anguish intermits awhile, the hopeless misery there. And often when a man goes forth in lonely wilds to pray, An angel then will meet him there, and-Grace be with thee!—say; No child before his parent's eyes is laid on funeral bier, And none departs that has not reached his happy hundredth year; That has not at the least beheld his children's children rise About his knees, to glad his heart and cheer his failing eyes. Nor is the life then torn away by rude and painful death, But Gabriel with a gentle kiss draws out the flitting breath: And when the soul arrives at last in Paradise, there wait A crowd of ministering spirits there around its ruby gate; They put the sordid grave-clothes off; in raiment pure and white They clothe him, glistening garments spun from glorious clouds of light; They set two crowns upon his head, of purest gold is one, The other diadem is wrought of pearl and precious stone; And giving myrtle in his hand, they praise him and they say, 'Go in and eat thy bread henceforth with gladness every day.' The day before a child is born, the angel, that is given To be his guide and guard through life, and lead him safe to heaven, In spirit takes him where the Blest with light divine are fed, Each sitting on his golden throne, his crown upon his head; 'And these,' he says, 'are they who loved the law of the Most High, And such by His eternal grace come hither when they die: Live thou and be an heir at length through mercy of this grace, Since thou must for thy warning know there is another place.' The angel carries then that soul at eventide to hell, Where the ungodly evermore in painful prison dwell. 'These wretched once, as thou wilt soon, the breath of life did draw, And therefore be thou wise betimes, and keep and love the law.' And if one see his brother sin, or hear him speaking vain Or evil words, he leaves him not unIchidden to remain, But in just anger says to him, 'My brother, wilt thou know That sin upon our fathers brought At break of morning every day, the noblest of the land In pomp and solemn state ride forth, a high exulting band, As though to welcome and to greet and lead in triumph home Some Royal Stranger, looked for long. who now at length should come. With some dejection on their brows at evening they return Why comes He not? why tarries He until another morn? But soon the shadow from their brows. the gloom has passed away; And that rejoicing troop goes forth upon the following day As high of hope, in all their state, they issue forth again, Sure that their high-raised hope will not prove evermore in vain; That He will one day come, indeed, and with a mighty hand Will lead them back to repossess their old, their glorious land. RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. |