Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Harry WeissThe Benediction
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My father’s last adieu,
There’s a solemn thought that deepens
When I think of him anew.
’Tis the blessing that he uttered
When I took his last farewell,
The priestly threefold blessing
Our people know so well.
His countenance e’er shine,
And gracious be He to thee,
And give thee peace and thine.
His hands were spread in blessing
Above my bowing head,
His blessing lives within me,
His spirit is not fled.
Made many a stout heart;
I always felt the better
When thus I used to part.
And though he is gone forever,
To sleep beneath the sod,
I still can hear him lifting
The self-same prayer to God.
His countenance e’er shine,
And gracious be He to thee,
And give thee peace and thine.
His countenance be lifted,
And may He grant thee peace,
The goal of earthly living,
And Heaven’s own surcease.