Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By S. FrugSand and Stars
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The night sweeps on o’er hill and plain;
In the tattered book before me
I read, and read them once again.
And loud at last they speak to me
“As the stars of heaven—my people
And as the sand beside the sea.”
Unchanging is Thy holy will,
Ev’rything at Thy commandment
His own appointed place shall fill.
We’re scattered, underfoot and trod,
But the stars, the bright and sparkling,
The stars, the stars,—where are they, God?