THE DETROIT JEWISH CHRONICLE
MICHIGAN'S JEWISH HOME PUBLICATION
VOL. VIII. NO. 16.
DETROIT, MICHIGAN, FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 10, 1920.
SECTION ONE
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ROSH HASHONAH
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And before me hung the tablets,
Of the old Mosaic law;,
And the white-robed ancient Rabbis,
Again, in that dream .I saw;
And those Hebrew psalms were chanted,
Those hymns of praise and awe.
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I stood, today, in a temple,
Like one of the olden time;
And I dreamt' a , dream recalling
The scenes in an Orient clime;
And I felt, though somewhat strangely,
An influence sublime!
And Israel's pristine splendor
Arose, as in days of old,
When each prophet, after prophet
His tale of promise told;
And the shades of bygone glories
Before my vision rolled.
'Tis the New Year of the Hebrew;
That ancient sacred day,
When memories of the ages,
Awake from time's decay,
And the hopes of future glories
Are bright as the morning's ray!
I beheld the chosen children
Of the Great Eternal God,
Still bend in mute submission,
To sorrow's painful irod;
Desirous still to, follow
The road by their fathers trod.
And I asked if a faith so lofty
Could be but a passing show?
And the echoes of the by-gone
Replied to my doubtings, "No."
And I felt in their constant waiting,
Their strength must nobler grow!
—Joseph K. Foren.
A HAPPY NEW YEAR
-- TO YOU ALL --
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