A Tabernacle Thought

LOVELY grapes and apples,

And such pretty flowers,

Blooming in the Succah

That in the backyard towers.

Green leaves for the ceiling

Sift the sun and shade

To a pretty pattern

As in forest glade.

Cool retreat and dainty

For a little child,

Toddling in, by prospect

Of its joys beguiled.

Round he casts his blue eyes,

Stretches hand in haste;

Darling baby, all this

Just is to his taste.

But soon his eyes brim over

As with sudden tears,

Ah, he learns the lesson

Of the coming years.