The Seder 64
Fair is the twilight,
And fragrant and still:
Little by little
The synagogues fill.
One by one kindle
The night’s gleaming eyes;
Candles in windows
And stars in the skies.
Ended in Shool is
The service divine;
Seder is started
With legends and wine.
Father is blessing
The night of all nights;
All who are hungry
To feast he invites.
‘All who are homeless
Yet masters shall be,
Slaves who are this year—
The next shall be free!’
Children ask ‘questions’,
And father replies;
Playfully sparkle
The wine and the eyes.
Hymns of redemption
All merrily sing;
Queen is each mother,
Each father a king.
Is come to an end;
Guardian angels
From heaven descend.
Each one a message
Of liberty brings;
Scattering blessings
Of peace from his wings.
P. M. RASKIN.