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In Hester Street hard by a telegraph post	A
There sits a poor woman as wan as a ghost	A
Her pale face is shrunk like the face of the dead	B
And yet you can tell that her cheeks once were red	B
But love ease and friendship and glory I ween	C
May hardly the cause of their fading have been	C
Poor soul she has wept so she scarcely can see	D
A skeleton infant she holds on her knee	D
It tugs at her breast and it whimpers and sleeps	E
But soon at her cry it awakens and weeps	E
Two cents my good woman three candles will buy	F
As bright as their flame be my star in the sky	F
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Tho' few are her wares and her basket is small	G
She earns her own living by these when at all	G
She's there with her baby in wind and in rain	C
In frost and in snow fall in weakness and pain	C
She trades and she trades through the good times and slack	H
No home and no food and no cloak to her back	H
She's kithless and kinless one friend at the most	A
And that one is silent the telegraph post	A
She asks for no alms the poor Jewess but still	I
Altho' she is wretched forsaken and ill	I
She cries Sabbath candles to those that come nigh	F
And all that she pleads is that people will buy	F
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To honor the sweet holy Sabbath each one	C
With joy in his heart to the market has gone	C
To shops and to pushcarts they hurriedly fare	J
But who for the poor wretched woman will care	J
A few of her candles you think they will take	K
They seek the meat patties the fish and the cake	K
She holds forth a hand with the pitiful cry	F
Two cents my good women three candles will buy	F
But no one has listened and no one has heard	L
Her voice is so weak that it fails at each word	L
Perchance the poor mite in her lap understood	M
She hears mother's crying but where is the good	M
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I pray you how long will she sit there and cry	F
Her candles so feebly to all that pass by	F
How long will it be do you think ere her breath	N
Gives out in the horrible struggle with Death	N
How long will this frail one in mother love strong	O
Give suck to the babe at her breast Oh how long	O
The child mother's tears used to swallow before	P
But mother's eyes nowadays shed them no more	P
Oh dry are the eyes now and empty the brain	C
The heart well nigh broken the breath drawn with pain	C
Yet ever tho' faintly she calls out anew	C
Oh buy but two candles good women but two	C
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In Hester Street stands on the pavement of stone	C
A small orphaned basket forsaken alone	C
Beside it is sitting a corpse cold and stark	Q
The seller of candles will nobody mark	Q
No none of the passers have noticed her yet	R
The rich ones on feasting are busily set	R
And such as are pious you well may believe	S
Have no time to spare on the gay Sabbath eve	S
So no one has noticed and no one has seen	C
And now comes the nightfall and with it serene	C
The Princess the Sabbath from Heaven descends	T
And all the gay throng to the synagogue wends	T
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Within where they pray all is cleanly and bright	U
The cantor sings sweetly they list with delight	U
But why in a dream stands the tall chandelier	V
As dim as the candles that gleam round a bier	W
The candles belonged to the woman you know	C
Who died in the street but a short time ago	C
The rich and the pious have brought them tonight	U
For mother and child they have set them alight	U
The rich and the pious their duty have done	C
Her tapers are lighted who died all alone	C
The rich and the pious are nobly behaved	X
A body what matters But souls must be saved	X
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O synagogue lights be ye witnesses bold	Y
That mother and child died of hunger and cold	Y
Where millions are squandered in idle display	Z
That men all unheeded must starve by the way	Z
Then hold back your flame blessed lights hold it fast	A2
The great day of judgment will come at the last	A2
Before the white throne where imposture is vain	C
Ye lights for the soul ye'll be lighted again	C
And upward your flame there shall mount as on wings	B2
And damn the existing false order of things	B2

Morris Rosenfeld

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