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| ANOTHER Moses of our race | |
| Was called to Heaven’s holy place, | |
| The Paradise where be the few | |
| Who nearer Heaven daily grew, | |
| Until on Pisgah heights of lore | 5 |
| They saw the Heavens’ Promised Shore, | |
| And God with kisses bade them be | |
| Their living immortality. | |
| O master, with the wizard’s spell, | |
| A sun of lore in your dying fell. | 10 |
| In error’s night our pillar of light | |
| Our Torah lost its bravest knight. | |
| A godly Heine whose smile of grace | |
| Made sham and folly hide their face. | |
| A lion of learning, you | 15 |
| The soul of Judaism knew; | |
| The Torah was your song and wing, | |
| O’er all the scholars you were king. | |
| Columbus of Ben Sira’s book | |
| An X-ray was your every look. | 20 |
| A character unique you were, | |
| The Torah’s great interpreter. | |
| A Titan lost the world, a man, | |
| Who was a great American. | |
| Embodiment of wisdom, he | 25 |
| Loved law no less than liberty. | |
| God took a Lincoln mould alit | |
| With gleams of humor and of wit | |
| With light of genius and of art, | |
| And made a scholar with a heart. | 30 |
| And lo, the seer Schechter smiled, | |
| His mind a lion, his heart a child. | |
| O Gaon of our day, your lore, | |
| The testament of truth it bore; | |
| And God, not self, you did adore. | 35 |
| Through life and lore our God you saw; | |
| Your life, the tablet of His law. | |
| In Torah you have left your heart, | |
| An ark of God from us you part. | |
| You found the gems of Torah, we | 40 |
| Will make them our Treasury. | |
| From many a realm some prize you brought, | |
| The jeweled word, the diamond thought, | |
| But oh! a holier land you trod, | |
| You found the manuscript of God. | 45 |
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