| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | “Dear bard and prophet, that thy rest is deep” | | By Richard Watson Gilder |
| | | DEAR bard and prophet, that thy rest is deep, | |
| Thanks be to God! Not now on thy heart falls | |
| Rumor intolerable. Sleep, O sleep! | |
| See not the blood of Israel that crawls | |
| Warm yet, into the moon and night; that cries | 5 |
| Even as of old, till all the world stands still | |
| At rapine that even to Israel’s agonies | |
| Seems strange and monstrous, a mad dream of ill. | |
| Thou sleepest! Yea, but as in grief we said:— | |
| There is a spiritual life unconquerable., | 10 |
| So, bard of the ancient people, though being dead | |
| Thou speakest and thy voice we love full well. | |
| Never thy holy memory forsakes us; | |
| Thy spirit is the trumpet that awakes us! | | | | |
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