| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | To Heinrich Heine | | By George Alexander Kohut |
| | | AWAKE to lyric rapture once again, | |
| Great German bard! Not in resurgent France | |
| Shall thy proud spirit rally from its trance | |
| But in the Rhineland where the sabres glance; | |
| Where spring to arms, each day, a myriad men.— | 5 |
| There now they need thy patriotic pen: | |
| Its caustic wit, so dagger-keen and bold | |
| That erstwhile smote with such relentless zeal | |
| Yet had the art of tenderness to heal. | |
| Once more thy sweet-voiced Lorelei shall steal | 10 |
| Into the nation’s heart, whose tales were told | |
| By thee, dear Troubador, in rhymes of gold— | |
| And then thy matchless minstrelsy shall bring | |
| The Fatherland swift healing on its wing. | | | | |
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