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628 THE JEWISH QUAETEKLY KEVIEW 



A LONGING. 

To meet the fountain of true life I run ; 
Lo ! I am weary of vain and empty life ! 
To see my king's face is mine only strife; 
Besides him have I fear or dread of none. 

that a dream might hold him in its bond ! 

1 would not wake ; nay, sleep should ne'er depart. 
Would I might see his face within my heart ! 
Mine eyes would never yearn to look beyond. 



A LOVE SONG. 

Let my sweet song be pleasing unto thee — 

The incense of my praise — 
O my Beloved that art flown from me, 

Far from mine errant ways! 
But I have held the garment of his love, 
Seeing the wonder and the might thereof. 

The glory of thy name is my full store — 
Enough for all the pain wherein I strove: 
Increase my sorrow : I Avill love thee more ! 

Marvellous is thy love I 

Nina Davis.