Pesach Le’ Osid

(The Passover of the Future)

ISRAEL in fetters still! The prophet’s wand

Shall stretch across the tyrant’s hapless land,

And prison doors shall straightway open wide,

And barring waters shall like walls divide,

To let the Lord’s redeemed pass dry-shod o’er

And reach a brighter, freer, friendlier shore.

The angel that unseen spreads seeds of death

And on each house corrupt pours poisoned breath

Shall pass the homes of God’s appointed by

And none that mark their lintel-posts shall die.

Hope paints this vision thus in golden hue

And, deathless as Hope, doth Faith bespeak it true,

Affliction’s bread shall yield to plenty’s leaven,

The clouds shall pass and earth shall grow like heaven.