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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
The Harp of David
By Jehoash (Trans. Alter Brody)
WHEN the night her vision is weaving
  With moonlight and starlight for warp,
The King in his chamber arises
  And wakens the voice of his harp.
He sees not the hands of him playing,        5
  He hears but a melody sweet;
He hears but the heart of him beating
  With a musical, magical beat.
He gazes out through the window
  On the world in beauty bedight—        10
Forgotten the throne and the sceptre
  In a holier, higher delight!
He sees like a picture before him,
  The quiet, green fields where he spent
His youthful years as a shepherd,        15
  His only palace—a tent—
His sceptre—the flute of the shepherd,
  Carved of the cedar-wood hard;
His fortune and lonely treasure—
  The soulful pride of the bard.        20
Then pours he his soul on the harp-strings—
  Forgetful of sorrow and pain—
The old, gray monarch of Judah
  Is a youthful Poet again!

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