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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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