Poems (Jordan)/Sorrow
For works with similar titles, see Sorrow.
SORROW
A child of no nation, whom all nations claim—
Though no welcoming smile may we feign,
For it enters our life-doors, nor tells why it came,
Though we question again and again.
Though no welcoming smile may we feign,
For it enters our life-doors, nor tells why it came,
Though we question again and again.
A child and so helpless, with tear-wetted eyes,—
Tears which drop upon all that we hold—
Yet we nestle it close, and to muffle its cries
Ever closer our hearts will enfold.
Tears which drop upon all that we hold—
Yet we nestle it close, and to muffle its cries
Ever closer our hearts will enfold.
A Jew is this wand'rer of royal descent,
In whose features enshadowed, we trace
The sure likeness to Him, who such bearer hath sent,
That we thus may remember His Face.
In whose features enshadowed, we trace
The sure likeness to Him, who such bearer hath sent,
That we thus may remember His Face.