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Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.

By Alice D. Braham

Purim, 1900

THOU poor wan phantom of a vanished joy,

Pale wandered from the East! Upon thy brow

Hang once-fresh garlands, sadly withered now;

Time’s hand hath marred what it might not destroy,

Darkened thy fame, and made thee almost dumb

From cold neglect. Thy backward-gazing eyes

See visions of dead happy pasts arise

To mock thee with sweet laughter. Children come

And wonderingly look on one they loved,

Who brought them gifts and pleasure and a tale

That even Repetition could not stale,—

Of Love triumphant, and of Hate removed,

Now scatter ashes on thy reverend head,

Israel forgets thee, Purim! thou art dead.