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Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.

By George Alexander Kohut

Sonnet

TO SOLOMON SCHECHTER

THY spirit, Sage, is ever on the wing,

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!