Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By H. B. FriedlanderThe Turn of the Years
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You come as others came,
Night-sandaled, and your flying feet
Set bells a-swing in every street—
But you are dumb.
Still on the upward slope
Of life, to take your strong young hand,
To search, to dare, to understand—
Pilgrims of hope.
We seek your avatar
By fords of faith, the pass of tears,
Peaks of delight—O rest of years,
You take us far!
We know your name at last,
You were the Future that we sought,
And all the years may bring us naught
But you, the Past.