Gustav Gottheil

GOD healed him while he slept,

And took His shepherd home,

And many thousand tender hands

Now bear him to the tomb.

His life was crowded with the deeds

Which crown his calm repose,

Upon his gleaming coat of arms,

No guilty glory glows.

Dream on, O Prince in Israel, dream,

In thy celestial home,

While many thousand loyal friends

Chant Kaddish at the tomb.