The Rabbi’s Song

IF thought ever reach to Heaven,

On Heaven let it dwell.

For fear that Thought be given

Like Power to reach to Hell;

For fear that Desolation

And darkness on thy mind

Perplex the habitation

Which thou hast left behind.

Our lives, our tears as water

Are poured upon the ground;

God giveth no man quarter,

Yet God a means hath found,

Tho’ faith and hope have vanished

And even love grows dim,

A means whereby his banished

Be not expelled from Him.