| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Frederic David Mocatta | | By James Mew |
| | | OF what avail in low estate to weep, | |
| To take our harps from off the willow trees? | |
| Will harp or tablet wake him from his sleep? | |
| Our tears run down—of what avail are these? | |
| For him, the scholar’s hope, the poor man’s need, | 5 |
| Who knew the art to benefit unknown, | |
| Who cast at eve and morn the holy seed | |
| On rugged valleys neither eared nor sown. | |
| Though many a tongue a ready writer’s pen, | |
| Of many kindnesses might tell the tale, | 10 |
| Of what avail these words of many men | |
| Or dirge, or episode—of what avail? | |
| Be strong and of good courage! freed from ill, | |
| Fast in life’s bundle thy sweet soul is tied, | |
| Sleep! loosed from this low world by God’s own will, | 15 |
| And wake! with God’s own likeness, satisfied! | | | | |
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