Miracle Enough
| Ezra ha-Yona |
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Go out, see what the Lord hath contrived for His sons/e'en now neighbors all gather grapes as one tribe.
No fire is set but for feast light, they dance free./No bile spat out nor hemlock shared, but honey imbibed. Yitzroel's sons with strangers sing sweet Zion's songs,/the gentiles' hymns, they care not to proscribe. O El Adon, suspend heaven, preserve night,/the moon shine on upon this sight I describe. The stars turn on, the harvest ends, as must be. Yet/miracle enough, I already inscribe. |
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