| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Heine | | By George Sylvester Viereck |
| | | NOR life nor death had any peace for thee, | |
| Seeing thy mother cast thee forth, a prey | |
| To wind and water, till we bade thee stay | |
| And rest, a pilgrim weary of the sea. | |
| But now it seems that on thine effigy | 5 |
| Thy very host an impious hand would lay: | |
| Go then and wander, praising on thy way | |
| The proud Republic’s hospitality! | |
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| Yet oft with us wreathed brow must suffer wrong, | |
| The sad Enchanter of the land of Weir | 10 |
| Is still uncrowned, unreverenced, and we fear | |
| The Lords of Gold above the Lords of Song, | |
| Were it not strange, then, should we honor more | |
| The sweet-mouthed singer of a foreign shore? | | | | |
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