Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Isaac LazarowichMyer Davis
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He lived his righteous life, he must farewell
Who lived for others’ good. What man may tell
The rich fruits of his toil, in sun and rain?
What sheaves were garnered from the sacred grain
Sown by his gracious lips, ere on their spell
The lasting silence lingering slowly fell
Down, like a wall between us? Yet again,
Good night! good-bye! There is a time to weep
For us, till the morn break and the shadows fly,
Which long stretched out across the evening creep
Hour after hour until the cock’s first cry;
O! holy herald of the day-springs leap
Out of the dying dark, good night, good-bye.