Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By M. OsiasKol Nidré
I
To hear again that sacred song,
So solemn, beautiful and soft,
Which years ago I heard so oft!
Nor of the moon and stars above;
A wandering tribe without a goal
Asks pardon from its very soul.
Thou outcry of a weary heart,
Sublime, seraphic, seems to me
The sweetness of thy melody.
And none may ever so bewitch
Like thee—For magic is thy spell
O hymn of Israel.