Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Penina MoïseMan, the Image of God
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That I in God’s image was made:
That ’mid nature’s irrational crowd,
Moral light to me was conveyed;
When dust, by His pure breath refined,
In flesh the “vital spark” enshrined.
Omnipotence assigns to me;
Whose spiritual elevation
Is next to angels in degree?
How Mercy’s likeness manifest,
Reflected in each mortal breast?
Perfection’s model in the mind;
Yet feel how the inferior mould
In which its essence is confined,
May all its majesty efface,
And leave of stamp divine no trace.
Of bright intelligence to prove
Thy semblance to that Sire supreme,
Whose breath is life, whose blessing love?
Triumph! though passions dim thy ray,
In thee God’s image we survey.
His strongest feature typifies;
In truth (through reason best reflected)
His spirit’s light I recognize;
And in beneficence e’er trace
His brightest trait; celestial grace!
Between the Lord of worlds and me!
Oh! how shall I deserve the station,
Next to the angels in degree?
Like these, by walking in His ways;
Like these, by singing e’er His praise.