| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Emma Lazarus | | By Richard Watson Gilder |
| | | WHEN on thy bed of pain thou layest low | |
| Daily we saw thy body fade away, | |
| Nor could the love wherewith we loved thee stay | |
| For one dear hour the flesh borne down by woe; | |
| But as the mortal sank, with what white glow | 5 |
| Flamed the eternal spirit, night and day; | |
| Untouched, unwasted, though the crumbling clay | |
| Lay wrecked and ruined! Ah, is it not so, | |
| Dear poet-comrade, who from sight hast gone; | |
| Is it not so the spirit hath a life | 10 |
| Death may not conquer? But, O dauntless one! | |
| Still must we sorrow. Heavy is the strife | |
| And thou not with us; thou of the old race | |
| That with Jehovah parleyed, face to face. | | | | |
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