THE DETROIT JEWISH CHRONICLE MICHIGAN'S JEWISH HOME PUBLICATION VOL. VIII. NO. 16. DETROIT, MICHIGAN, FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 10, 1920. SECTION ONE MERFNEVEMEIMERMIIMMIERNMEINEER::MCCEMICIEWCHMEM:010:040:0101010EINEEMEMEM: 411MIONEMEENVEIVEREEMICHINgE,Kt 5681 - 1920 izrzr mitit nirt, ROSH HASHONAH a 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. •r il et •i wwillt •qu• 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 -- • •