Well-nigh two thousand years hath… Suffered the scorn of man for love… Endured the outlaw’s ban, the yoke… With perfect patience. Empires ro… Around him Nebo was adored and Be…

ROSH-HASHANAH, 5638. The golden harvest-tide is here, t… Bows its proud tops beneath the re… Ripe orchards’ plenteous yields en… Bring the first fruits and offer t…

Uplift the ponderous, golden mask… And let the sun shine on him as it… How many thousand years agone! Be… This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid… Behold the young, heroic face, rou…

Lilac hazes veil the skies. Languid sighs Breathes the mild, caressing air. Pink as coral’s branching sprays, Orchard ways

When the vexed hubbub of our world… Roars round about me as I walk th… The myriad noise of Traffic, and… Of Toil’s incessant hammer, the f… Of struggle hand to hand and brain…

THE holy bell, untouched by human… Clanged suddenly, and tolled with… Between the massive, blazoned temp… Thrown wide, to let the summer mor… Sir Lohengrin, the youngest of th…

The bird sits spelled upon the lit… Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had… No feather limb, but the winged sp… With his compelling eye. He need… The silken coil, not set the thick…

He who could beard the lion in his… To bind him for a girl, and tame t… And drive these beasts before his… Might wed Alcestis. For her low b… Her hairs’ soft undulations of war…

A dream of interlinking hands, of… Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy… Of the entangling waltz. Bright e… Gay laughter echoes from the vault… Warm perfumes rise; the soft unfli…

Thou art a giant altar, where the… Must needs send up her thanks to… Who did create her. Nature cometh… To lay its offerings upon thy shri… The morning and the evening shower…

As the blind Milton’s memory of l… The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of… Wroght joys for them surpassing al… In our restricted sphere of sound… So while the glaring streets of br…

Master and Sage, greetings and he… From thy most meek disciple! Deig… Endure me at thy feet, enlighten m… As when upon my boyish head of yor… Midst the rapt circle gathered rou…

A Legend of the Talmud. When angels visit earth, the messe… Of God’s decree, they come as lig… Before the throne, they all are li… There stand four rows of angels-to…

‘I would not have,’ he said, ‘Tears, nor the black pall, nor th… Grief’s hideous panoply I would n… Round me when I am dead. ‘Music and flowers and light,

WEAK, slender blades of tender g… With little fragrance, little shee… What maketh ye so dear to all? Nor bud, nor flower, nor fruit hav… So tiny, it can only be