Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Florence Weisberg and Give Thee Peace
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The sombre earth is wrapped in clouds of gloom;
Faint through the storm-filled air a sound is borne,
A sound of dread—a sound of awful doom.
The muffled roar of death-dispensing fire,
The cry of anguish, and the piteous groan
Of brave men dying in the battle mire.
Should in Thy sight, their brother-creatures slay!
Oh, riddle dire! whose answer we must wait
Beyond the narrow limit of the day!
Across this world of storm, and stress, and strife,
That where she spreads her magic pinions’ shade,
Joy may awake to sweet and happy life!