| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Louis Loeb | | By Louis Marshall |
| | | THINE was a poet’s soul; thine was a heart | |
| Where love and friendship, truth and right abode. | |
| Hebraic rhapsody and Grecian ode | |
| Surged in thy blood. Nature stood not apart; | |
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| With gracious smile she wedded thee to Art; | 5 |
| The seeing eye, the wizard touch bestowed, | |
| Into thy brain her forms and colors flowed, | |
| Transfixed by Inspiration’s flaming dart. | |
| Sweet were the idylls by the genius wooed: | |
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| The misty dawn, bright morning, radiant noon, | 10 |
| The joyous life, the forests’ solitude,— | |
| And peaceful reverie. Thine now the boon | |
| Of bearing a full sheaf, through struggles rude, | |
| Into the twilight’s vale,—but all too soon. | | | | |
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