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426 THE JEWISH QUARTERLY REVIEW 



THE BURNING OF THE LAW. 

[Ey Rabbi Meir of Ruttenberg, Teacher of Rabbenu Ather, 

5046=1285.) 

Ask, is it well, thou consumed of fire, 

With those that moum for thee, 
That yearn to tread thy courts, that sore desire 

Thy sanctuary ; 

That panting for thy land's sweet dust*, are grieved. 

And sorrow in their souls ; 
And by the flames of wasting fire bereaved, 

Mourn for thy scrolls ; 

That grope in shadow of unbroken night, 

Waiting the day to see. 
Which o'er them yet shall cast a radiance bright, 

And over thee ? 

Ask of the welfare of the man of woe, 

With breaking heart, in vain 
Lamenting ever for thine overthrow, 

And for thy pain ; 

Of him that crieth as the jackals cry. 

As owls their moaning make. 
Proclaiming bitter wailing far and nigh ; 

Yea, for thy sake. 

And thou revealed amid a heav'nly fire, 

By earthly fire consumed ! 
Say how the foe unscorched escaped the pyre 

Thy flames illumed! 

' Amos ii. 7. 



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How long shalt thou that art at ease ahide 

In peace unknown to woe, 
While o'er ray flowers, humbled from their pride. 

Thy nettles grow^? 

Thou sittest high exalted, lofty foe ! 

To judge the sons of God; 
With judgments stern thou bringest them down low 

Beneath thy rod. 

Yea more, to burn the Law thou dared' st decree, 

God's word to banish hence: 
Then blessed he who shall award to thee. 

Thy recompense ^ ! 

Was it for this, thou Law, my Rock of old 

Gave thee with flames begirt, 
That in thine after days should fire seize hold 
Upon thy skirt? 

O Sinai! was it then for this God chose 

Thy mount of modest height. 
Rejecting statelier, while on thee arose 

His glorious light? 

Wast thou an omen that from noble state 

The Law should lowly be? 
And lo! a parable will I relate 

Befitting thee. 

'Tis of a king I muse, who sat before 

The banquet of his son. 
And wept : for 'mid the mirth he death foresaw ; 

Thus thou hast done. 

Cast off thy robe ; in sackcloth folds of night, 

O Sinai ! cover thee ; 
Don widow's garb, discard thy raiment bright 

Of royalty. 

* Prov. xxiv. 31. ' Ps. cxxxvii. 8. 

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Lo, I will weep for thee until my tears 

Swell as a stream and flow 
Unto the graves where thy two princely seera 

Sleep calm below. 

Moses, and Aaron on the Mount of Hor ; 

I will of them inquire : 
Is there another to replace this Law 

Devoured of fire? 

thou third month most sacred ! woe is me 

For treason of the fourth, 
Which dimmed the sacred light that shone from thee 
And kindled wrath ; 

And brake the tablets, yea, and still did rage: 

And lo, the Law is burnt! 
Ye sinful! is not this the twofold wage 

Which ye have earnt'? 

Dismay hath seized upon my soul; how then 

Can food be sweet to me. 
When, thou Law! I have beheld base men 

Destroying thee ? 

They cast thee out as one despised, and burn 

The wealth of God Most High ; 
They that from thine assembly thou would'st spurn 

From drawing nigh. 

1 caimot pass along the highway more, 

Nor seek thy ways forlorn; 
How do thy paths their loneliness deplore, 
Lo ! how they mourn ! 

With wine, as honey to my mouth, 'tis sweet 

To mix my tears like rain ; 
Yea, and 'tis pleasant to my shackled feet 

To bear thy chain. 

* Isa. xl. a. 



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Ah ! sweet 'twould be unto mine eyes, alway, 

Waters of tears to pour, 
To sob and drench thy sacred robes, till they 

Could hold no more. 

But lo! my tears are dried, when, fast outpoured, 

They down my cheeks are shed ; 
Scorched by the fire within: because thy Lord 

Hath turned and sped. 

Takifig his holy treasure^, he hath made 

His journey far away ^ ; 
And with him hath not thy protecting shade 

Vanished for aye? 

Yea, I am desolate and sore bereft, 

Lol a forsaken one: 
Like a sole beacon on a mountain left^, 

A tower alone 

I hear the voice of singers now no more, 

Silence their song hath bound, 
For broken are the strings on harps of yore, 

Viols of sweet sound. 

Li sackcloth I will clothe, and sable band, 

For well-beloved by me 
Were they whose lives were many as the sand, 

The slain of thee. 

I am astonied that the day's fair light 

Yet shineth brilliantly 
On all things ; but is ever dark as night 

To me and thee. 

Call with a bitter cry to God above 

Of anguish and of pain : 
Ah ! that he would remember yet his love, 

His troth of eigne*! 

* Prov. vii. 20. ' Prov. Tii. 19. ' Isa. xxx. 17. * Jer. ii. a. 

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Gird on the sackcloth of thy misery 

For that devouring fire, 
Which went forth ravenous, degrading thee 

To ruins dire. 

Even as when thy Rock afficted thee 

He will assuage thy woe^ 
And turn again the tribes' captivity 

And raise the low- 
Yet shalt thou wear thy scarlet raiment choice 

And sound the timbrels high. 
And glad amid the dancers shalt rejoice, 

With joyful cry. 

My heart shall be uplifted on the day 

Thy Rock shall be thy light, 
When he shall make thy gloom to pass away. 

Thy darkness bright. 

Nina Davis.