The Night of Freedom

Sparks in the windows, stars in the skies: Wine in the glasses, light in the eyes.

Lips that bless; hearts that sing:

Mother—a queen; father—a king;

Toil and strife and worry—no more;

Tables are set, open the door!

Little lips quiver, stammering why?

Listen, my darlings, and I shall reply:

A king there was in Egypt-land, Morose and harsh and grav###A foolish king, for he believed. A race could stay a slave.

A king there was in Egypt-land, A foolish king was he;

He knew not that a People’s will Would twain the mighty sea.

A king there was in Egypt-land—But why recall his name?

Full many a despot, ever since. Believed the very same.

So fill your glasses once again, And sing a merry song;

And fill your glasses once again, To prove the tyrant wrong. . . .

Sparks in the windows, stars in the skies, Wine in the glasses, light in the eyes.

Dead are the Pharaohs, Egypts are dead,

Perished the peoples in slavery bred;

This is the Seder of legend and light—Freedom is feasting its triumph tonight.