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No. 52. — Vienna, 26 December 1902 — 26 Kislev 5663. — 6th Year

Chanukah.

After long years I came home from abroad
Into my village's homely vale . . .
The evening was slowly settling down,
Gloomy and sorrowful, twilight-pale —
And as I came walking along the lane
My soul was strangely heavy and bowed;
The poor little huts, so low and mean,
Seemed to me almost to earth to be stooped.
I felt the bygone pierce me anew
With a holy shudder . . . Then close at hand
I heard, as a softly vibrating chant, the words:
"Lehadlik nejr schel Chanuka!"*)

Full of deep emotion and mighty trembling
I gazed into the Ghetto room . . .
Within I saw figures shadowy hovering,
Aglow with the festive candles' gleam — —
And shining memories of youth
Of a sudden awoke within my heart,
And old melodies, long faded and still,
Trembled once more within my soul . . .
I listened spellbound, blissful and anxious —
I knew not myself what had come over me,
When after long years I heard the sounds again:
"Lehadlik nejr schel Chanuka!"

I saw myself again in childhood's days
Amid my brothers' and sisters' band,
And all the long-forgotten legends
Rose up so glorious and wonderful;
And what my father once had told me
Of Judah Maccabee's heroic courage,
It seemed to me as though it filled me today
With new enthusiasm, with new fire . . .
In spirit I saw my father kindle the lights
Like that old man in the room there,
And heard him proclaim the selfsame words:
"Lehadlik nejr schel Chanuka!"

Tell on to the children, tell on,
Thou good, old, and pious man,
That in the young and tender soul
It may echo on and resound thereafter —
Tell of the victorious heroic deeds,
Of valiant struggles for freedom and right —
Perchance from the seed of thy words
A new race of Maccabees shall blossom forth,
A strong race with strong feeling,
Chosen by a blessed lot
To kindle the lights of freedom —
"Lehadlik nejr schel Chanuka!"

*) Kindle the lights for Chanukah!

Antwerp.

Heinrich Grünau.