| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Ida Straus | | By Alter Abelson |
| | | WE wonder at, we praise your life, | |
| For crowning love with name of wife, | |
| Whose love was young in sunset-time, | |
| As in the blush of morning’s prime. | |
| We cry: “Oh, what a miracle she!” | 5 |
| And thus confess how small are we! | |
| Can rose be otherwise than rose? | |
| Can light be less than light? Can those | |
| Who love be less than love? So you | |
| To your angel spirit were but true. | 10 |
| They dreamt she died? O, can it be, | |
| Since love alone’s immortality, | |
| And love doth live through such as she? | |
| You live in death. ’Tis we are dead, | |
| In life. For you to love were wed. | 15 |
| Your love was gold and ours dross. | |
| The sea alone can sigh our loss | |
| Of you. The morning stars alone | |
| Can sing your fame to years unflown. | |
| For all we say but tells anew | 20 |
| How small are we; how great are you! | | | | |
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