Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Mary M. CohenNot by Power
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Blooms the flower
Of a growth unseen;
Ye shall find it,
Ye shall bind it
On your brows serene.
Darkest night
Yields at dawn this prize;
Springing surely,
Slowly, purely,
It shall humbly rise.
Love Divine
Is its scented breath;
Faith that brightens,
Cheers, enlightens,
It shall conquer death!