| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | A Legend | | By Jehoash (Trans. Elias Lieberman) |
| | | TO the home of the rabbi a Lord in his splendor, | |
| Comes riding at dead of night; | |
| His glittering helmet with feathers is garnished, | |
| With stains his breast is bedight. | |
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| In a room where the flame of a lamplet is glowing, | 5 |
| So wan and so lonely and dim; | |
| The Lord of the Manor in quest of his learning, | |
| Attentively listens to him. | |
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| And yet ere the church bells at dawn o’ the morning | |
| Their summons to prayer intone, | 10 |
| The Lord of the Manor rides forth from the Ghetto; | |
| To no one his secret is known. | |
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| By daylight the sage in his cloistered seclusion | |
| Sees never the Lord of the night; | |
| But the dreams and the deeds of the noble disciple, | 15 |
| Are fruit of the tree of his might. | |
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| And so through the squalor and dirt of the Ghetto, | |
| The Lord with his retinue rides, | |
| And gazes with pensive and yearning attention, | |
| At the home where his teacher abides. | 20 | | | |
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