With such thoughts and deeds the week passed by. The eighth day came, the day on which the whole row is aflame; even the trusty ninth which is there ordinarily merely to light the others. A splendid brilliancy streamed forth form the Menorah. The children's eyes sparkled. For our friend, however, the whole stood as an image of the blazing forth of the NATION. First, one candle—still it is dark, and the solitary
light appears even more mournful. Then it finds a companion—another, and still another. Darkness must yield. With the young and the poor there is a little light at first. Then there join in those who love humanity, beauty. When all the lights are burning, then only can we gaze in wonder and joy at the work accomplished. And no position is more fruitful of blessing than that of the "Servant" of Light.
THE RETURN
ZION.
THE PEOPLE.
THE PEOPLE.
WIDE open, ye doors, and raise up high, O gate, We are coming again, who have waited so long— With shouts and rejoicing, with music and song, Then haste ye, companions, nor linger nor wait!
O not as a beggar that seeketh for alms, As conquering host ye are coming to me, From valley and mountain, from land and from sea. With thunder of trumpets and waving of palms.
Our flag shall be planted on Zion's fair side,We shall rest in its shade, who havewandered so long,Our tears turned to laughter, our sighsinto song,Rejoicing as Bridegroom that greeteth hisBride.