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IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT
HERE, where the noises of the busy town,
The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not,
We stand and gaze around with tearful awe,
And muse upon the consecrated spot.
No signs of life are here: the very prayers
Inscribed around are in a language dead;
The light of the "perpetual lamp" is spent
That an undying radiance was to shed.
Jewish Women's Archive. ""In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport," by Emma Lazarus, page 1." (Viewed on December 25, 2024) <https://jwa.org/media/in-jewish-synagogue-at-newport-0>.