Light the first of eight tonight –
the farthest candle to the right.
Light the first and second, too,
when tomorrow’s day is through.
Then light three, and then light four –
every dusk one candle more
Till all eight burn bright and high,
honoring a day gone by
When the Temple was restored,
rescued from the Syrian lord,
And an eight – day feast proclaimed –
The Festival of Lights – well named
To celebrate the joyous day
when we regained the right to pray
to our one God in our own way.