On each plane of high endeavor From the battlefields of Life. So God's ancient, chosen people On his helmet's lofty crest; Standing thus, as great exemplar To the world, the Jew appears; Showing how, as King, God ruleth, When, as children, they obey. IBBIE MCCOLM WILSON. WE Before Battle VE have toiled, O Lord, with our blood and might And in pain and rage we have spent our light, And our nights in misery; We have dug the trench and built the site, That we might be near to Thee; O Lord our God, we have spent our light Garish culture we spurned as we spurned all things And we bowed our heads and our hearts to kings O Lord our God, we have spent our days We've preserved our flesh from the joys of lust We have fed our souls on the dryest dust, We have fought, and many the odds have stood, O Lord our God, we have spilled our blood We have toiled, O Lord, with our blood and might, And have offered a hymn to Thee; Yet our days You've cursed with the gloom of night, We have kept our faith through the bitterest strife, O Lord our God, take of our dust, Our faith in Thee. SAMUEL ROTH. The Jew (Dedicated to Benjamin F. Peixotto) IS dark face kindled in the East, HIS He walks our Europe like a dream, Vain burnt the fires his frame to melt, His tough will turned the rack to straw; The granite tablets were his law, And to the one high God he knelt! Wide grew the narrowness of marts, He gave for freedom all the arts! Always the ages' argonaut, The foremost sails he followed still, Of God's august historian heir, Oh! human faith in God's good grace, This reverend world-made ruin by The curse of shrines, and thrones, and ghostsArt, toil, and hope shall purify. GEORGE ALFred Townsend. The Everlasting Jew LIFT up thy head, O Israel, gird thine armor on anew, There's a rainbow in the heavens, there is work for thee to do. Hear not the jibing stranger, heed not the envious crew, The only real aristocrat is the everlasting Jew! Thou hast pride of ancient lineage, canst boast of blood that's blue, Thine ancestors were princes, e'en when this old world was new Ere Greece and Tyre and Babylon had disappeared from view Thou wast still the sole aristocrat, the everlasting Jew! Although a scattered people, e'en though thy numbers few, Thy star is still ascending to rejuvenate anew true That the only real aristocrat is the everlasting Jew! HENRY B. SOMMER. Israel SHE stands among the nations of the earth, God's chosen daughter of the human race, Not vainly have ye shed your blood and tears, Withstanding scorn and hatred all these yearsHe guards thee still, Who spoke from Sinai's Mount! IDA GOLDSMITH MORRIS. AH Israel Forsaken ('Azubah) H! ingrate people whom I sought to please! Wheat cakes and glossy olives sweet: Throw me your bitter herbs and crumbs of scorn. |