Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ISAAC M. WISE, by WALTER HURT First Line: He came into the camp of creed Last Line: To lay upon his hallowed tomb. Subject(s): Death; Heroism; Honor; Jews; Memory; Wise, Isaac Mayer (1819-1900); Dead, The; Heroes; Heroines; Judaism | ||||||||
HE came into the Camp of Creed, The Sword of Strength within his hand, To scatter forth the bigot breed And smite them from the Promised Land; To hew each hoary falsehood down And humble ancient arrogance, And Error fled before his frown While Truth was glad beneath his glance. He labored where his Duty led Unflinching stood in ev'ry storm That beat about his fearless head, And thundered forth the word "Reform!" Earth's farthest nations heard his voice Unto the utmost purple seas, And all found reason to rejoice From Polar lands to Pyrenees. From depths of long, nigrescent nights We grasp the gospel that he gave, A message come from starry heights, Sent forth to succor and to save. If Jew or Gentile matters not, For rights and righteousness of each, Alike was wrought his toiling thought, And flamed the splendor of his speech. Our reaching reason gropes along His lofty path toward the light, Consoled and strengthened by the song His spirit sends us from his flight. We pray our searching souls may find The higher things for which he stood He fought for freedom of the mind And for a broader brotherhood. A modern Moses sent to lead His people up to lustrous lands, To free them from the chains of creed And superstition's cruel bands; To guide uncertain feet from out The darkened paths in which they stray, Amid the desert sands of doubt Unto the everlasting day. He told not of God's wrath, but taught The lesson of His love instead, Till narrow tenets came to naught And fierce fanaticism fled. Who knew his mental majesty, Or felt his nature's gentle grace, From pious prejudice was free Nor nursed a senseless hate of race. Yes, he was great as men are great Who scorn the cramping lines of creed, Who leave us still our earth's estate Yet fill our nature's inmost need. And so with each recurring Spring, While roses blow and lilies bloom, The world will tender tribute bring To lay upon his hallowed tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL |
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