Songs Of Labor And Other Poems

A volume of proletarian poems, also including love poems and poems about Jewish holidays, the evanescence of youth, and the need for a Jewish homeland.

Excerpt from Songs of Labor, and Other Poems Dedication. I would the gift I offer here Might graces from thy favor take, And, seen through Friendship's atmosphere, On softened lines and coloring, Wear The unaccustomed light of beauty, for thy sake. Few leaves of Fancy's spring remain: But what I have I give to thee, - The o'er-sunned bloom of summer's plain, And paler owers, the latter rain Calls from the westering slope of life's autumnal lea. Above the fallen groves of green, Where youth's enchanted forest stood, The dry and wasting roots between, A sober after-growth is seen, As springs the pine where falls the gay-leafed maple wood! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."

"[...] As I stand and listen, I can hear her song-birds calling, See her green leaves glisten! Thus again my songs I sing thee, Now the spell is broken; Brothers, yet again I bring thee Of my love the token. Of my joy and of my sorrow Gladly, sadly bringing, - Summer not a song would borrow!- Winter sets me singing. Liberty When night and silence deep Hold all the world in sleep, As tho' Death claimed the Hour, By some strange witchery Appears her form to me, As tho' Magic were her dow'r. Her beauty heaven's light! Her bosom snowy white! But pale her cheek appears. Her shoulders firm and fair; A mass of gold her hair. Her eyes-the home of tears. She looks at me nor speaks. Her arms are raised; she seeks[...]."

Classic rugged poems and songs inspired by the wilderness.