| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Moabitess | | By Phillips Brooks |
| | | SWEET Moab gleaner on old Israel’s plain, | |
| Thy simple story moveth like a power. | |
| Thy pure, calm face looks from the ripened grain, | |
| Wherein thou gleanest, on our toil and pain, | |
| And in the light of thy soft eyes again | 5 |
| Our dead lives bud and blossom into flower. | |
| But lives like thine, sweet Ruth, are holy things, | |
| Rich, simple, earnest in their wealth of duty;— | |
| God’s love forever to their music sings, | |
| His angels shield them with their sheltering wings, | 10 |
| His spirit truth and trust and comfort brings, | |
| And God Himself smiles on their godlike beauty. | | | | |
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