Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By AnonymousAs Jacob Served for Rachel
’T
The old, old story sweet
That yearning lips and waiting hearts
In melody repeat.
As Jacob served for Rachel
Beneath the Syrian sky,
Like the golden sands that swiftly drop
The toiling years went by.
Fierce smote the sultry sun;
But what were cold and heat to him,
Till that dear wife was won!
The angels whispered in his ear
“Be patient and be strong!”
And the thought of her he waited for
Was ever like a song.
To hold a brave man leal;
To keep him through the changeful years
Her own in woe and weal;
So that in age and exile,
The death damp on his face,
Her name to the dark valley lent
Its own peculiar grace.
He said of that lone spot
In Ephrath, near to Bethlehem,
Where the wife he loved was not;
For God has taken from him
The brightness and the zest,
And the heaven above thenceforward kept
In fee his very best.
Dear God, how much we see,
When the father toils the livelong day
For the children at his knee;
When all night the mother wakes,
Nor deem the vigil hard,
The rose of health on sick one’s cheek,
Her happy heart’s reward.
The fisherman can tell,
When he wrests the bread his dear ones eat
Where the bitter surges swell;
And the farmer in the furrow,
The merchant in the mart,
Count little worth their weary toil
For the treasures of the heart.
Beneath the Syrian sky,
And the golden sands of toiling years
Went swiftly slipping by,
The thought of her was music
To cheer his weary feet,
’Twas love that lightened service,
The old, old story sweet.