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| FOR ages imprisoned in shadow, | |
| I had longed for a glimpse of the light; | |
| And so when the sun in his glory, | |
| Bewildered and dazzled my sight, | |
| I acclaimed him my God and desired | 5 |
| To pour forth my soul to this One, | |
| To bow down midst worshiping strangers, | |
| And pray, as they prayed, to the Sun. | |
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| I abandoned my temple and altars, | |
| Denied my Menorah its flame, | 10 |
| For is there not one Sun in Heaven | |
| That shines upon all men the same? | |
| On every tongue but one language, | |
| In every heart but one prayer? | |
| Oh, all the world is my temple, | 15 |
| I’m one of the worshipers there! | |
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| But evening came with the twilight, | |
| And lo! Now my Sun-God was gone; | |
| And far the sun-worshipers scattered | |
| When the last glow of light was done. | 20 |
| Then all of them lit their own candles, | |
| Each followed a star of his own, | |
| And there in his own light’s glimmer | |
| He worshiped a God of his own! | |
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| And so I relit my Menorah, | 25 |
| By its light my own God I extol; | |
| And by the dim flaming Menorah | |
| I seek to discover my soul. | |
| Its oil is a life-giving fountain, | |
| Its wick as our union appears, | 30 |
| And I see by its flame ascending | |
| The course of our future years! | |
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