Around the hill on which we stand are ringed the woods,

Deep, deep into the valley below,

And stretch until in fringing green encroach

Upon the fields which roll beyond

The utmost margin of our view to where

The ranks of toothed hills stand row on row,

Green blueing into gray until the last

Is but a cloud.

David E. Goldberg, age 23, 1939


haggadah Section: Karpas