Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By John KebleLights in the Temple
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We must light our lamps on earth;
Every star a signal given
From the God of our new birth:
Every lamp an answer faint,
Like the prayer of mortal Saint.
Sons of Israel, far and near!
Wearied with the world’s dim day,
Turn to Him whose eyes are here,
Open, watching day and night,
Beaming unapproachéd light!
Feed the branch of many lights,
Token of protecting power,
Pledg’d to faithful Israelites,
Emblem of the anointed Home,
When the glory deigns to come.
Sons of Aaron! serve in fear,—
Deadly is th’ avenger’s aim,
Should th’ unhallowed enter here;
Keen his fires, should recreants dare
Breathe the pure and fragrant air.
He who comes in Heaven’s attire,
Morn by morn, with holy oil;
Eve by eve, with holy fire!
Pray!—your prayer will be allowed,
Mingling with His incense cloud!