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2o6 THE JEWISH QUARTERLY REVIEW 



SOME POEMS OF JEHUDA HALEYI. 



i. 

Back, my soul, into thy nest; 

Earth is not for thee; 
Still in heaven find thy rest; 

There thou canst be free. 

Strive not for this world's command, 

Look to what thou hast. 
Thou amidst the angels' band 

Shar'st the great repast. 

Demean thee 'fore the majesty 

Of him who reigneth there,. 
And in a lordly company 

Be thou the courtier. 

II. 

Beauty, and exaltation, crowning joy, — 
Such as beseem a kingly residence, — 

How these attract my soul, so timorous, coy, 
'Mid graceless ease of Western dalliance ! 

My bosom's very deepest chords vibrate 
When I look back, and think of days of old, 

Of majesty, now fallen to low estate, 
And fount of living warmth, now barren, cold. 

Till, soaring upwards, in my fancy's dream 
On eagle's pinions Eastward swift I fly, 

And there my welling tears that earthwards stream 
With Zion's dust commingling sanctify. 

Thou'rt still my goal, though he for whom I long 
Waits not for me in thee ; and for my woes, 

Thou oiferest no soothing balm, but throng 
Of stinging trials, serpent brood of foes. 



SOME POEMS OP JEHUDA HALEVI 207 

Yet should I be unto thy stones outcast, 

Even them with friendship's gladsome kiss I'll greet ; 

And must I with my lips thy clods hold fast, 
My taste shall make them more than honey sweet. 



III. 

God's still with me when I go out 
Whether with courage or with doubt. 
My mind is still on God intent 
And to his constant goodness bent. 
And God will keep me glad at heart 
When with my earthly goods I part, 
And greater fortune to me bring 
As all my gains from me I fling : 
And in this timber's swelling mass 
Cause me through oceans safe to pass, 
And make its motion wings for me 
Like storks that fly across the sea: 
And give me power to hear the deep 
Moan music in his troubled sleep, 
The perfect image of my soul 
Reflecting in his mighty whole. 
And in his rage discern the fire 
That seethes the cauldron of the mire, 
And makes the, sea an emblem fit 
Of hell's confusion, and the pit: 
Secure amid an Aryan crew 
That to strange seas their course pursue 
Where rude barbarian pirate war 
Emerges from a hidden shore: 
Nor daunted by the fishy breed 
That mock our vessel's puny speed 
Nor by sea-monsters' hideous glare, 
That watch us for a dainty fare. 
Courageous still when mastering pains 
Shall loose the framework of my reins, 
And prospect of relief delude 
With feeble strain that brings no good. 
I see before me sore distress 
With ne'er a crust my soul to bless: 
But sweet upon my tongue the while 
God's name my hunger shall beguile. 



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I shall not have one anxious thought 
When all my labour falls to nought, 
And poverty becomes my lot 
And grim misfortune leaves me not. 
Yea, should that greatest loss befall 
Which touches me most near of all, 
Of her to whom my soul is tied, 
Sole offspring of a father's pride: 
Serene in mind, should lossj>roceed 
One further step my heart to bleed, 
And rob me of my house's stay, 
Sole theme of all my fancy's play. 
The dear descendant of my flesh, 
Whose play still keeps my feeling fresh, 
I can forget him, though he be 
In name and nature one with me. 
For this and every blow of fate 
Thy saving love will compensate, 
And find a better home for me 
In joyful service unto thee; 
And make me of thy chosen band 
Attentive, quick to thy command. 
Even shouldst thou call for sacrifice 
Of life-blood as thy favour's price. 
Content to sink into the grave 
If in thy land a part I have ; 
For then in truth this would be mine, 
A witness sure that I am thine. 



M. Simon.