Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By George CrolyThe Emperor and the Rabbi
“O
What visions of glory, what phantoms of fear,
Of a God, all the gods of the Roman above,
A mightier than Mars, a more ancient than Jove?
’Tis the senses alone that can never deceive.
But show me your Idol, if earth be His shrine,
And your Israelite God shall, old dreamer, be mine!”
Still played on his features sublime and severe,
For, round the wild world that stooped to his throne,
He knew but one god, and himself was that one!
“Is unseen by the eye, is unheard by the ear;
He is Spirit and knows not the body’s dark chain;
Immortal His nature, eternal His reign.
In His justice, when guilt by His thunders is awed;
In His mercy, when mountain and valley and plain
Rejoice in His sunshine, and smile in His rain.”
But what God can I worship, when one I behold?
Can I kneel to the lightning, or bow to the wind?
Can I worship the shape, that but lives in the mind?”
Through the halls of the palace the Rabbi led on,
Till above them was spread but the sky’s sapphire dome,
And, like surges of splendor, beneath them lay Rome.
The Capitol shone, earth’s high centre of power;
A thousand years glorious, yet still in its prime;
A thousand years more, to be conquered of Time.
Like a monarch at rest, on the hills lay the sun;
Above him the clouds their rich canopy rolled,
With pillars of diamond, and curtains of gold.
“O King! let that glory thy worship absorb!”
“What! worship that sun, and be blind by the gaze?”
No eye but the eagle’s could look on that blaze.”
To look on that orb, as it sinks from the sky,”
Cried the Rabbi, “what mortal could dare to see
The Sovereign of him, and the Sovereign of thee!”