A Few Say:

Avraham Ben-Yitzhak

1917

Day unto day bequeaths its fading sun,
and night after night laments for night.
Summer after summer is gathered in fall
and the world in its sorrow gives song.
Tomorrow we’ll die, the word in us gone.
We’ll stand before the gate at its closing,
as on our day of departure. And the heart rejoicing —
for God brought us near — will tremble in fear…
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