Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By G. M. H.The Forgotten Rabbi
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(High let his spirit journey, e’en as his flesh lies low!)
He, ere he spake the “Shema,” prayed that his fame might cease:—
“How shall I give you blessing if you begrudge me peace?”
Oft to his school came, fasting, those who had dreamed of ill:
God in such dreams had spoken—how could they answer best?
“Laugh at the fear,” said Rabbi. “God has a right to jest!”
Alms they had spent to nourish one with a secret hoard;
Who of their daily table—robber of God!—had taste:
“Have I not heard,” said Rabbi, “God has enough to waste?”
“I, at his grave, O Rabbi, knew what my sins had done!
Great but for me, how humbled…. Can I appease the dead?”
“Cherish his seed,” said Rabbi, “Strive to be great instead!”
Fill him the cup, he’d drain it; strike on the harp, he’d sing!
Blind seemed his joy to many, when on his brows death sat—
Only the few knew better; knew he rejoiced—in that!
(How can the soul and body ever a like path tread?)
Thus when in Shool they slight him, say that “his fame should cease,”
Whoso gainsays their folly grudges his master peace!