I read in the mystic Kabbala
That there is a creature in heaven
To which the most blessed Jehovah
Two wonderful tokens hath given:
A word in its forehead at morning,
A word in its forehead at night,
Like jewels those words are adorning
The creature with glory and light.
The first one is “Truth” which is telling
The angels of heaven, it is day,
Its lustre most joyous, compelling,
Is guiding and keeping their way.
The other is “Faith,” which betoken
That night is advancing apace,
With rays that are dimmer and broken,
Like sunset through silvery haze.
And I pondered this much, till I ventured
The signs on this world to apply,
Though Rabbins of old might have censured,
And judged that for this I must die.
But the sign that is set on this creature--
The world--I perceive is the last,
The first may belong to the future,
When night’s gloomy vigils are past.