| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Julia Richman | | By Helen Gray Cone |
| | | COME all who serve the city, all who serve | |
| The glorious golden city of our dream, | |
| With true heart-service that can never swerve, | |
| How faint soe’er the strength or far the gleam— | |
| Come sorrow proudly for our comrade passed | 5 |
| Into the silence: one who served indeed | |
| In all things, even unto the least and last, | |
| Spending herself to meet the moment’s need. | |
| Share memories of that strong, illumined face, | |
| Keen speech, and courage springing to the test, | 10 |
| And all the fervor of the ancient race | |
| That finds its longed-for East in this young West. | |
| Be this the sum, the last word best of all: | |
| She built her life into the city wall. | | | | |
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