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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
To Simon Wolf on His Eightieth Birthday
By George Alexander Kohut
YOU need no meed of praise in song or prose,
No thing of bronze or marble to record
  How well you served the people and the Lord
Long ere your head was hallowed by the snows
Of four-score years. No respite nor repose        5
  Your right hand knew which flashed the spirit sword
Of battle for the Maccabean host
  Against the foe that dared with vandal steel
  Profane the shrine. Your Mattathias zeal
  Still sways us by its intimate appeal.        10
Yours is no wanton pride, no frenzied boast,
But just the picket’s password at his post.
  Yours is the right to challenge and repel
  The enemies that trouble Israel.

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