Think how the meters of a distant tongue Gave figuration to men’s hopes and fears, by the Bard of Bat Yam , Poet Laureate of Zion

Think how the meters of a distant tongue
Gave figuration to men’s hopes and fears,
To passions gravity, to love its tears,
The chords with which our human hearts are strung.

Consider how the bards of old had sung
Before their numbers vanished with the years,
And how their harps delighted captive ears
When thought itself was green and fancy young.

Alas, my song cannot unburthen care
Nor life’s unceasing worriments remove;
And though my lays be lost on empty air,

Yet, days to come shall not these notes reprove:
Their sweetness imitates a single fair,
The music that is you, my only love.