"The Children of the Pale"

WHENCE comes this motley, dark-eyed, swarthy

crowd,

Of alien children in a London street,

With laughter and with chatter shrill and loud,
And hurrying feet?

From that far land they come whose eagles look

O'er east and west. Their fathers crossed the waves Because they would no longer tamely brook The lot of slaves.

For generations in the gloom they dwelt
Dark as the sombre forests of the North,
Till suddenly within their hearts they felt
The call, "Come forth!"

The moss-grown walls of hoary synagogue

And school, the field of Death than Life more kind, The jewelled tables of the Decalogue,

They left behind.

But in their hearts, as in the Holiest Place,
They bore the ark, its manna and its rod,

The lust of knowledge and the pride of race,
The awe of God.

And on their children's faces I behold

Flashes and gleams, as from some inner shrine, Recalling ancient stories proudly told

Of Israel's line.

ANONYMOUS.

Judah

WHILE the tribes of earth yet in the dark

ness groped,

Ere iron savagery set free,

O Judah! had'st thou with science coped
In law and poesy.

God's chosen people, thy songs are sung
In the great world to-day;
In every clime, in every tongue,
Thy name shall last for aye!

Since time began, yea, when the earth
We're told was very young,
Fair Judah flourished and gave birth
To wise men who have sung—

Psalms wherein human longings bring
Home to each heart to-day
The unspoken hope, the desire to cling
To a Higher Power alway.

Strong nations rise at last to fall

Beneath the strokes of Fate;

But Judah rises like a wall-
Invincible 'gainst hate.

Two thousand years have not sufficed,
Tho' of Fatherland despoiled,

To destroy the race by all despised,
Or tarnish a name unsoiled.

GEORGE R. Du Bois.

The Chosen Ones of Israel

'HE chosen ones of Israel are scatter'd far and

THE

wide;

Where flows the lordly Tiber, where rolls the Atlantic tide

By Danube's winding waters, by Hudson's crystal springs,

Dwell the myriad descendants of the Prophets and the Kings,

Abroad along the valleys are their habitations foundThey are hunters in the forest, and tillers of the ground

The rising sun beholds them in torrid realms afar And on their broken legions looks down the northern

star.

In the old world's crowded cities, in the prairies of

the new,

Unchanged amid all changes, to their faith forever

true

Alike by Niger's fountains and by Niagara's flood Still flow, unmix'd, the currents of the grand, heroic blood.

Ye mourn your lasting exile, your temple strewn in dust,

Yet forget not ye the promise of the righteous and

the just

Ye know ye shall be gathered, from every clime and shore,

And be again the chosen of Jehovah evermore,
From Assyria, Egypt, Elam-from Patmos, Cush,
Shinar-

From Hamath, and the islands of foreign seats afar-
From all the earth's four corners, where Israel's chil-

dren roam,

Shall the dispers'd of Judah throng to their long promis'd home,

And again like some high mountain whose tops are crown'd with snow,

Shall the Temple's thousand turrets in the golden sunset glow

And again before their altars shall the congregations

stand,

On thy plains, O lov'd Jerusalem! the happy, holy land!

And it shall come to pass that the remnant in that day, Upon the Lord of Hosts above, the great I Am, shall

stay;

And the escap'd of Jacob, from the paths which they have trod,

Shall return to Him that smote them-your fathers' mighty God! PARK BENJAMIN.

The Star of Discontent

THOU, sweet friend, would I might soothe thy

fear!

Our night is dark-the little vessel drifts
Unpiloted, and heedless of its rifts

The shipmen prank themselves in festal gear.
And shout that all is well, afar and near,

What need have ocean-drifters of God's gifts
Of chart and compass? Lo, as each wind shifts,
The wandering vessel reels; its plight how drear!
Brave hearts, despair not; all is not yet lost-
All is not lost beneath black Northern skies;
The slumberer awakens, tempest-tost,
And all his soul in anguish heavenward cries;
And Hope shines forth in Jewry's firmament-
One ray of hope-The Star of Disconent.

TH

They Call Us Jews

X.

HEY call us Jews. Those men whose family tree
Springs from a line of noble ancestry,

Who trace their title to the little band

That in the Mayflower came to freedom's land;

Or those within whose veins doth proudly run
The blood of men who fought with Washington.
How weak their proud pretensions are to ours
Whose pedigree with undiminished powers
We trace to him who first the truth made known;—
"The Lord is One. He rules the world alone."

Yes, we are Jews;-proud scions of the race
That first enjoyed Jehovah's special grace;
To whom was given in Sinai's synagogue,
By hand Divine, the glorious decalogue;

Whose leader, Moses, formed the wondrous laws
Which still best serve Humanity's great cause;
Whose leader, Moses, formed the thoughts and deeds
That inspiration give to modern creeds;

Whose people still proclaim through every zone;"The Lord is One. He rules the world alone."

Yes, we are Jews. Scourged by relentless hate,
Our fathers wandered on from state to state;
Were forced to dwell in narrow Ghetto lanes,
Were fleeced by torture of their honest gains.
And though of every privilege deprived,
The persecuted people grew and thrived.
The nations might degrade them, might annoy,
But God-anointed man could not destroy.
And with our race the shibboleth has grown;
"The Lord is One. He rules the world alone."

Yes, we are Jews. The People of the Book,
Our duty 'tis to search out every nook
Where evil lurks, where ignorance and shame
Cast undeserved reproach on Israel's name.
On this Association falls the task

With pen and precept error to unmask.

To teach the Gentile world for what we stand,
To teach the Jew his passions to command.
To penetrate the homes and spread the light,
To preach the doctrine of Eternal Right.