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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
 
Jewish Lullaby
By Eugene Field
 
MY harp is on the willow-tree,
Else would I sing, O love, to thee
      A song of long ago—
Perchance the song that Miriam sung
Ere yet Judea’s heart was wrung        5
      By centuries of woe.
 
I ate my crust in tears today,
As scourged I went upon my way—
      And yet my darling smiled;
Aye, beating at my breast, he laughed—        10
My anguish curdled not the draught—
      ’Twas sweet with love, my child!
 
The shadow of the centuries lies
Deep in thy dark and mournful eyes;
      But, hush! and close them now,        15
And in the dreams that thou shalt dream
The light of other days shall seem
      To glorify thy brow!
 
Our harp is on the willow-tree—
I have no song to sing to thee,        20
      As shadows round us roll;
But, hush and sleep, and thou shalt hear
Jehovah’s voice that speaks to cheer
      Judea’s fainting soul!
 
 
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