| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Myer Davis | | By Isaac Lazarowich |
| | | FAREWELL! the word is idle, not in vain | |
| He lived his righteous life, he must farewell | |
| Who lived for others’ good. What man may tell | |
| The rich fruits of his toil, in sun and rain? | |
| What sheaves were garnered from the sacred grain | 5 |
| Sown by his gracious lips, ere on their spell | |
| The lasting silence lingering slowly fell | |
| Down, like a wall between us? Yet again, | |
| Good night! good-bye! There is a time to weep | |
| For us, till the morn break and the shadows fly, | 10 |
| Which long stretched out across the evening creep | |
| Hour after hour until the cock’s first cry; | |
| O! holy herald of the day-springs leap | |
| Out of the dying dark, good night, good-bye. | | | | |
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