| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Theodore Herzl | | By Israel Zangwill |
| | | FAREWELL, O Prince, farewell, O sorely tried! | |
| You dreamed a dream and you have paid the cost: | |
| To save a people leaders must be lost; | |
| By foes and followers be crucified, | |
| Yet ’tis your body only that has died. | 5 |
| The noblest soul in Judah is not dust | |
| But fire that works in every vein and must | |
| Reshape our life, rekindling Israel’s pride. | |
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| So we behold the captain of our strife | |
| Triumphant in this moment of eclipse; | 10 |
| Death has but fixed him to immortal life, | |
| His flag upheld, the trumpet at his lips. | |
| And while we, weeping rend our garment’s hem, | |
| “Next year,” we cry, “next year, Jerusalem.” | | | | |
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