| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Turn of the Years | | By H. B. Friedlander |
| | | HOW may we know you, year of all? | |
| You come as others came, | |
| Night-sandaled, and your flying feet | |
| Set bells a-swing in every street— | |
| But you are dumb. | 5 |
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| We run, unwearied travelers | |
| Still on the upward slope | |
| Of life, to take your strong young hand, | |
| To search, to dare, to understand— | |
| Pilgrims of hope. | 10 |
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| You lead us on, you lead us up; | |
| We seek your avatar | |
| By fords of faith, the pass of tears, | |
| Peaks of delight—O rest of years, | |
| You take us far! | 15 |
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| And then you go. We hear your voice, | |
| 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. | 20 | | | |
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