Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Alice RhineLines
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Despite of all our waywardness, in Thy love we hold a place;
And in our dark and bitter hours, we still can turn to Thee
For guidance or for comfort, when earthly pleasures flee.
Nor reach into Thy hidden path, O Thou of ancient days.
And must we still be taunted and told we are forgot.
Condemned alike by Thee and man, our destiny a blot.
To whom He hath in mercy given the records of His will!
To whom He hath in kindness said, “Fear not, for thou art Mine,
I have called thee by My holy name, and glory shall be thine.”