| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Ruth | | By Felicia Hemans |
| | | THE PLUME-LIKE swaying of the auburn corn | |
| By soft winds to a dreamy motion fann’d, | |
| Still brings me back thine image—Oh! forlorn | |
| Yet not forsaken Ruth—I see thee stand | |
| Lone ’midst the gladness of the harvest band— | 5 |
| Lone as the wood-bird on the ocean’s foam, | |
| Fall’n in its weariness. Thy fatherland | |
| Smiles far away! yet to the sense of home, | |
| That finest, purest, which can recognize | |
| Home in affection’s glance, for ever true | 10 |
| Beats thy calm heart; and if thy gentle eye | |
| Gleam tremulous through tears, ’tis not to rue | |
| Those words, immortal in their deep Love’s tone, | |
| “Thy people and thy God shall be mine own.” | | | | |
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