Blessed art thou, O God our Lord, Who made us holy with his word, And told us on this feast of light To light one candle more each night.…
Jessie Ethel Sampter was born on March 22, 1883, in New York City. Having contracted polio as a child, Sampter spent much of her childhood confined to her bed. She was educated at home, where she read extensively, and later audited classes at Columbia University. Sampter began writing poetry in her twenties, and her work focused on themes of Zionism, social justice, and pacifism, particularly between the Arabic and Jewish peoples. In 1919, Sampter immigrated to Palestine, where she helped establish the country’s first Jewish Scout camp and a convalescent home, as well as classes for Yemenite women and girls. The author of several books on philosophy and religion, Sampter also published five poetry collections during her lifetime and a translation of poems for children by noted Jewish poet Hayim Nahman Bialik. Sampter died at Kibbutz Givat Brenner, Israel, on November 11, 1938.
- Poetry
- Brand Plucked From the Fire (Jewish Publication Society of America, 1937)
- The Emek (Bloch Publishing, 1927)
- Around the Year in Rhymes for the Jewish Child (Bloch Publishing Company, 1920)
- The Coming of Peace (Publishers Printing Company, 1919)
- The Great Adventurer (Robert Kerr Press, 1908)
Jessie E. Sampter şiirleri
Judah Maccabee, Give a sword to me Now, in youth! By the candle’s light…
It’s a far, far road from Egypt To our own, our happy land, From the pyramids of Egypt Built beneath the tyrant’s hand;…
I saw a picture of a street, A Jewish street in Palestine, Where Jewish families like to meet On Yom-tov, when the day is fine.…
We are the People of the Book, The written page is our salvation; This only from the wreck we took When conquerors crushed our nation.…
Our year begins with burnished leaves, That flame in frost and rime, With purple grapes and golden sheaves In harvest time.…
Tell me, what is Exile’s light? Is it candles burning bright, Little candles in the night?…