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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;
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:
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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