Art is long, and Time is fleeting; And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us. Footprints on the sands of time! Footprints, that perhaps another, Let us, then, be up and doing, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW O Charity-thou queen of virtues all,- With thy sweet promptings teach the child in play Deep misery lies broadcast through the land; The hand of Charity, which gently dries The widow's tears and stills the orphan's cries; Which reaches out fraternally to those Thou Child of Heaven with the love-lit eyes, DEBORAH KLEINERT JANOWITZ 155 THE MYSTIC TIE There is a mystic tie that binds The children of the Hebrew race In bonds of sympathy and love, Which time and change cannot efface. When, 'mid the world's abuse and scorn, And though to-day the Hebrews dwell Go to the North, where Polar stars Go where, in sunny tropic climes, Go to the countries of the East, 'Gainst California's golden strand;— And there, in reverent tones, is heard 66 The sacred cry, always the same, O Israel, hear! our God is one; Blest be for aye His holy name!" THE SOUL This is the mystic tie that binds The children of the Hebrew race; Which time and change cannot efface. 329 MAX MEYERHARDT 156 PRAISE YE THE LORD Praise ye the Lord! for it is good Break forth, O Israel! into song; Praise ye the Lord! 157 PENINA MOÏSE THE SOUL There is a vital spark of heavenly flame That fills and permeates the mortal frame, Which He with sacred thoughts doth oft inspire, Who filled Isaiah with poetic fire. Such thoughts, whose influence the glowing mind And this same spark that in us dwells, His living breath has reached our bosoms, too, From Him who plants in the immortal soul DEBORAH KLEINERT JANOWITZ 158 THE HOUSE OF GOD How goodly is Thy house, O Lord! As God to all eternity. Hither we come to praise Thy name, |