| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | My Father’s Bible | | By George Alexander Kohut |
| | | THERE is one book, far dearer than the rest, | |
| Upon my treasured shelves: It is not bound | |
| In costly skin or vellum, yet profound | |
| Is the esteem and rev’rence in my breast, | |
| As I now lift it from its wonted place, | 5 |
| To bless it first, and read it for a space:— | |
| It gives me comfort now, though time was when | |
| Fierce anguish smote my soul, as, all unseen, | |
| The crumbled leaves I turned, and saw between | |
| The crystal drops of sorrow once again | 10 |
| Which wrung my blessed father’s spirit then;— | |
| But now I read it, ever so serene, | |
| And close the Bible gently, when I’ve done, | |
| And kiss its covers, too, when I’m alone. | | | | |
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