| 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. | |
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| 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! | |
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| 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! | |
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| 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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