lirik lagu the jewish cemetery at newport - hal holbrook
how strange it seems! these hebrews in their graves
close by the street of this fair seaport town
silent beside the never~silent waves
at rest in all this moving up and down!
the trees are white with dust, that o’er their sleep
wave their broad curtains in the south~wind’s breath
while underneath these leafy tents they keep
the long, mysterious exodus of death
and these sepulchral stonеs, so old and brown
that pave with level flags thеir burial~place
seem like the tablets of the law, thrown down
and broken by moses at the mountain’s base
the very names recorded here are strange
of foreign accent, and of different climes;
alvares and rivera interchange
with abraham and jacob of old times
“blessed be god! for he created death!”
the mourners said, “and death is rest and peace;”
then added, in the certainty of faith
“and giveth life that nevermore shall cease.”
closed are the portals of their synagogue
no psalms of david now the silence break
no rabbi reads the ancient decalogue
in the grand dialect the prophets spake
gone are the living, but the dead remain
and not neglected; for a hand unseen
scattering its bounty, like a summer rain
still keeps their graves and their remembrance green
how came they here? what burst of christian hate
what persecution, merciless and blind
drove o’er the sea — that desert desolate —
these ishmaels and hagars of mankind?
they lived in narrow streets and lanes obscure
ghetto and judenstrass, in mirk and mire;
taught in the school of patience to endure
the life of anguish and the death of fire
all their lives long, with the unleavened bread
and bitter herbs of exile and its fears
the wasting famine of the heart they fed
and slaked its thirst with marah of their tears
anathema maranatha! was the cry
that rang from town to town, from street to street;
at every gate the accursed mordecai
was mocked and jeered, and spurned by christian feet
pride and humiliation hand in hand
walked with them through the world where’er they went;
trampled and beaten were they as the sand
and yet unshaken as the continent
for in the background figures vague and vast
of patriarchs and of prophets rose sublime
and all the great traditions of the past
they saw reflected in the coming time
and thus forever with reverted look
the mystic volume of the world they read
spelling it backward, like a hebrew book
till life became a legend of the dead
but ah! what once has been shall be no more!
the groaning earth in travail and in pain
brings forth its races, but does not restore
and the dead nations never rise again
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