| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Omer | | By M. M. |
| | | SO, Lord, teach us to number our days, | |
| That our hearts in the process grow wise. | |
| But what is there for man to appraise?— | |
| A measure of grain | |
| And a measure of pain. | 5 |
| And the end? The dead chaff from the sheaf? | |
| So this trouble leaps forth to the skies; | |
| When Death holds us in wintry embrace, | |
| Shall we gaze, O our God, on Thy face? | |
| Lo, the Spring to our craving replies, | 10 |
| And the bud and the leaf | |
| Are the ground of belief | |
| That the soul, spite of dying, ne’er dies, | |
| Takes new life in God’s springtime again. | | | | |
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