| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | “…and Give Thee Peace” | | By Florence Weisberg |
| | | THE SUMMER glories fade in autumn mists, | |
| The sombre earth is wrapped in clouds of gloom; | |
| Faint through the storm-filled air a sound is borne, | |
| A sound of dread—a sound of awful doom. | |
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| It is the tread of armed marching hosts, | 5 |
| The muffled roar of death-dispensing fire, | |
| The cry of anguish, and the piteous groan | |
| Of brave men dying in the battle mire. | |
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| O God! that creatures fashioned in Thy shape | |
| Should in Thy sight, their brother-creatures slay! | 10 |
| Oh, riddle dire! whose answer we must wait | |
| Beyond the narrow limit of the day! | |
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| Let forth the snow-plumed bird! Speed Thou her flight | |
| Across this world of storm, and stress, and strife, | |
| That where she spreads her magic pinions’ shade, | 15 |
| Joy may awake to sweet and happy life! | | | | |
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