| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | New Year | | By Florence Weisberg |
| | | ACROSS the life-path of our destiny | |
| The tempests roll, | |
| Chill mists of doubt, dread harbingers of ill | |
| Assail the soul. | |
| Behind the veil that hides our future fate | 5 |
| We stand in fear, | |
| While yet the shaft of day illumes the dawn | |
| Of this New Year. | |
| How far along the road of life shall be | |
| Our pilgrimage? | 10 |
| Or has the book of our day’s journey reached | |
| Its farthest page? | |
| Will star-crowned joy breathe in our ear sweet songs | |
| Of love and mirth, | |
| Or will sad grief with tear-filled eyes bow down | 15 |
| Our hearts to earth? | |
. . . . . Rest sure in Faith. Our times are in His hand, | |
| He guides our way, | |
| And guards our feet thro’ darkness and thro’ storm | |
| To perfect day. | 20 | | | |
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