Hachodesh--The Relation of the New Moon and Spring--Reckoning in our Calendar to our own life--Pesach--Matzah--Maror.
"Is heard in our land." By whom is it heard--the voice of the cooing turtle dove? Who has an ear for the gentle whispering of the life awakening all around? In whose spirit do the chords find a joyous echo in this time of song?
Certainly songs are chanted to the awakening month of May, but this is only poetic fancy, greeting the spring "in our land". It is, too, only grief for the lost spring of manhood which sheds its tears in these songs of spring. Also it is only those who have not yet been gripped by "the stern realities of life" or who have already been thrown out of life--the young or the shipwrecked--who sing and write poetry at this time of song. But the men of the world, the men engaged in real life--what they hear is the monotonous ticking of their daily cares measuring time like a pendulum, or the gnawing of the worm burrowing in the grave, or the shrill whistle of the creaking machine, or the thunder of the locomotive as it speeds over the rails. But the voice of the cooing turtle-dove they do not hear, for the song of the budding flower they have no ear, the time of song for them does not exist.
Alas, on this joyously awakening, blossoming, sun-bathed earth men wander about with their embittered hearts, with their frustrated hopes, with their care-laden and woe-begone thoughts; and when the warm rays of the sun greet them and the budding flowers smile at them and the awakened grasshopper chirps gaily at them, they only shake their head sadly, and as