Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By George Alexander KohutSonnet
TO SOLOMON SCHECHTER
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And, soaring midway ’twixt the earth and sky,
Those higher kindred of thy soul draw nigh
To whom thy lofty thoughts, transfigured, cling,
From wrinkled parchment and decaying script,
Thou lurest long-lost Wisdom fragmentwise,
Rejoicing and enlightening the eyes.
There’s none in modern Jewry, thus equipped,
To teach the truth and spread abroad The Law,
And with the peal of prophecy intone
How Beauty shines in Holiness alone,
And that to hold the Spirit well in awe
The letter must be guarded, not forsook,
Ye Race of Priests, Ye People of the Book!