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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Feast Of Lights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindle the taper like the steadfast star<br>Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth,<br>And add each night a lustre till afar<br>An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth.<br>Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch the lyre,<br>Blow the brass trumpet and the harsh-tongued horn;<br>Chant psalms of victory till the heart takes fire,<br>The Maccabean spirit leap new-born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember how from wintry dawn till night,<br>Such songs were sung in Zion, when again<br>On the high altar flamed the sacred light,<br>And, purified from every Syrian stain,<br>The foam-white walls with golden shields were hung,<br>With crowns and silken spoils, and at the shrine,<br>Stood, midst their conqueror-tribe, five chieftains sprung<br>From one heroic stock, one seed divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five branches grown from Mattathias' stem,<br>The Blessed John, the Keen-Eyed Jonathan,<br>Simon the fair, the Burst-of Spring, the Gem,<br>Eleazar, Help of-God; o'er all his clan<br>Judas the Lion-Prince, the Avenging Rod,<br>Towered in warrior-beauty, uncrowned king,<br>Armed with the breastplate and the sword of God,<br>Whose praise is: 'He received the perishing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They who had camped within the mountain-pass,<br>Couched on the rock, and tented neath the sky,<br>Who saw from Mizpah's heights the tangled grass<br>Choke the wide Temple-courts, the altar lie<br>Disfigured and polluted-who had flung<br>Their faces on the stones, and mourned aloud<br>And rent their garments, wailing with one tongue,<br>Crushed as a wind-swept bed of reeds is bowed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even they by one voice fired, one heart of flame,<br>Though broken reeds, had risen, and were men,<br>They rushed upon the spoiler and o'ercame,<br>Each arm for freedom had the strength of ten.<br>Now is their mourning into dancing turned,<br>Their sackcloth doffed for garments of delight,<br>Week-long the festive torches shall be burned,<br>Music and revelry wed day with night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm,<br>The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.<br>Where is our Judas? Where our five-branched palm?<br>Where are the lion-warriors of the Lord?<br>Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch the lyre,<br>Sound the brass trumpet and the harsh-tongued horn,<br>Chant hymns of victory till the heart take fire,<br>The Maccabean spirit leap new-born!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth,
And add each night a lustre till afar
An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth.
Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch the lyre,
Blow the brass trumpet and the ha..."></div>
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