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In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport

"In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport," by Emma Lazarus, page 1

In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport
First page of "In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport," by Emma Lazarus.
Author(s)
Lazarus, Emma
Transcript
IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT HERE, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze around with tearful awe, And muse upon the consecrated spot. No signs of life are here: the very prayers Inscribed around are in a language dead; The light of the "perpetual lamp" is spent That an undying radiance was to shed. What prayers were in this temple offered up, Wrung from sad hearts that knew no joy on earth, By these lone exiles of a thousand years, From the fair sunrise land that gave them birth! How as we gaze, in this new world of light, Upon this relic of the days of old, The present vanishes, and tropic bloom And Eastern towns and temples we behold. Again we see the patriarch with his flocks, The purple seas, the hot blue sky o'erhead,
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Emma Lazarus

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In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport
Second page of "In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport," by Emma Lazarus.
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The slaves of Egypt,—omens, mysteries,— Dark fleeing hosts by flaming angels led. A wondrous light upon a sky-kissed mount, A man who reads Jehovah's written law, 'Midst blinding glory and effulgence rare, Unto a people prone with reverent awe. The pride of luxury's barbaric pomp, In the rich court of royal Solomon— Alas! we wake: One scene alone remains,— The exiles by the streams of Babylon. Our softened voices send us back again But mournful echoes through the empty hall: Our footsteps have a strange unnatural sound, And with unwonted gentleness they fall. The weary ones, the sad, the suffering, All found their comfort in the holy place, And children's gladness and men's gratitude 'Took voice and mingled in the chant of praise. The funeral and the marriage, now, alas! We know not which is sadder to recall; For youth and happiness have followed age, And green grass lieth gently over all.

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In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport
Final page of "In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport," By Emma Lazarus.

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Date / time
1871
Author(s)
Lazarus, Emma
Publisher
Hurd and Houghton
Publication
Admetus and Other Poems

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