Excerpt from Poems Ben Isaac walked in solitude one day While o'er his heart a heavy burden lay; Vain were his sacrifices, and the prayers he said Seemed leaden-winged, and fell beside him dead. Fasting he oft had spent a lonely day, While wrapped around him folds of sackcloth lay; 'twas useless all; in vain he looked for rest; Anguish uncheered was still his constant guest. The weight seemed heavier than his heart could bear, And once again he sought relief in prayer; And vowed unblessed by rest, or any cheering good, To pass the days in loneliest solitude. Thrice had the glorious sun in golden rays Smiled out o'er earth, and called to loving praise; It seemed but mockery to Ben Isaac's grief, As day and night he vainly sought relief. At last the angel Sleep his weary frame Touched with her wand; and suddenly there came A vision to Ben Isaac's wondering eyes, That filled him with exceeding great surprise. In awe unquestioning he marked the light, Making the solitude with glory bright; And in the midst an angel calmly stood, His very presence speaking peace and good. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.