| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Watchman! What of the Night? | | By James Mew |
| | | THE BURDEN of Dumah. Silence. What of the night? | |
| I hear the Watchman crying through the dark. | |
| When to the golden cover of Thine Ark | |
| Thy Mercy seat, wilt Thou, O God of Light | |
| Return? How long wilt Thou Thy remnant smite, | 5 |
| And thresh the scattered corn upon Thy floor, | |
| And winnow with Thy purging fan, before | |
| That last least grain be garnered! Will Thy might | |
| Destroy, nor spare? Lo, as a tale that is told, | |
| Our days pass quickly, nor as yet the thorn | 10 |
| Yields to the fir. No more from us withhold | |
| The Prince of Peace, that unto us is born: | |
| Our bones, O Lord, are vexed, our eyes wax old | |
| With longing for that Messianic morn. | | | | |
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