| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Couldst thou have lived to share with us this hour | | By Henry Cohen |
| | | COULDST thou have lived to share with us this hour | |
| Of grateful praise, | |
| When minds of men are turned towards the far | |
| Columbus days, | |
| Then would thy lyre spell out thy wondrous thoughts | 5 |
| In sweetest strain. | |
| Thy soul would sing to us a touching song | |
| Of fitful Spain; | |
| Of monarchs that thrust forth a helpless band | |
| Into the night; | 10 |
| Of monarchs that bade speed to him who found | |
| This land of light. | |
| Ah! now we miss thee. More and more to-day | |
| We wish thee here, | |
| Thy words are lacking, and the many moods | 15 |
| That brought us cheer. | |
| Where are the bright inspiring tones of love | |
| That gave us rest; | |
| And taught us by their ever-charméd lines | |
| That thou wert blest? | 20 |
. . . . . . . Gone! Gone! Tis true, but not without their good | |
| In lustre shed, | |
| Through hearts whose flames were kindled by the light | |
| Of one since dead. | | | | |
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