Thou art a Jew, and by that name

Alone, thou'rt judged; thy virtues play no part; Thy graces, strength of mind, or depth of heart, All lost in the consuming flame

Of ignorance. Through eyes of love

They look not at thee, fearing they may find Some merit, toward which they were ever blind; Some soul, some grandeur from above.

Though here and there, a hollow tree

Doth stand among the mighty tow'ring pines,
Still is the forest beautiful. And mines

Of dazzling riches we could see

If we but delved beneath the clay.

Below the surface we must seek to find

True worth, true greatness, and the master mind; Beyond the darkness, lingers day.

The social barrier that stands

Grim sentinel between the faiths to-day,
Is prejudice; it knoweth but the way

Its father, ignorance, demands

To judge the many by the few.

Amid the weeds the dainty wild flower grows,

Great good 'mid evil often may repose;

But as for thee, thou art a Jew.

Thou art a Jew; then let thy ways

Not dim the lustre of thy fathers' creed.
Let honor be thy star; thy every deed

Reflect its brightness on thy days.

Be faithful, patient, noble, true;

Kindness and justice in thy heart abide; Live thus and thou wilt feel a worthy pride When it is said, thou art a Jew.

I. N. L.

Israel

HEAR, O Israel, Jehovah, the Lord our God is one, But we, Jehovah, His people, are dual and so

undone.

Slaves in eternal Egypts, baking their strawless bricks, At ease in successive Zions, prating their politics.

Rotting in sunlit Rumania, pigging in Russian pale, Driving in Park, Bois, and Prater, clinging to Fashion's tail;

Reeling before every rowdy, sore with a hundred stings, Clothed in fine linen and purple, loved at the courts of Kings;

Faithful friends to our foemen, slaves to a scornful clique,

The only Christians in Europe, turning the other cheek;

Priests of the household altar, blessing the bread and wine,

Lords of the hells of Gomorrah, licensed keepers of swine;

Coughing o'er clattering treadles, saintly and underpaid,

Ousting the rough from Whitechapel-by learning the hooligan's trade;

Pious, fanatical zealots throttled in Talmud-coil, Impious, lecherous skeptics, cynical stalkers of spoil;

Wedded 'neath Hebrew awning, buried 'neath Hebrew

sod,

Between not a dream of duty, never a glimpse of God;

Risking our lives for our countries, loving our nations' flags,

Hounded therefrom in repayment, hugging our bloody

rags;

Blarneying, shivering, crawling, taking all colors and

none,

Lying a fox in the covert, leaping an ape in the sun.

Tantalus-Proteus of Peoples, security comes from with

in;

Where is the lion of Judah? Wearing an ass's skin!

Hear, O Israel, Jehovah, the Lord our God is One, But we, Jehovah His people, are dual and so undone. ISRAEL ZANGWILL.

Israel

HOW great, O Israel, have thy sufferings been

Since doomed in every land and clime to roam,

An exile and a wanderer on the earth,

Without a country and without a home!

Throughout the world men scorned the Hebrew's faith

That holy creed of origin divine;

They stamped as crime his sacred, pure belief,
And mocked his worship at Jehovah's shrine.

And Israel, once a nation proud and great,

From whom sprang sages, kings and prophets grand, Earth's mightiest race, the chosen of the Lord, Was mocked and scorned and jeered in every land!

In sunny Spain, the Inquisition dread

Cast him in dungeons terrible and dire,

And with a thousand tortures racked his form,
Then led him forth unto the death of fire.

Where'er the Hebrew roamed, on land or sea,
Did persecution follow in his path,

And furious mobs deemed it a noble act

To vent on him their hatred and their wrath.

Ten thousand martyrs died for Israel's cause,
With fortitude sublime, 'mid smoke and flame;
And while their cruel foes stood mocking 'round,
They called on God and blessed His sacred name!

Through all the horrors of that fearful time,

Through gloom and death, the Hebrew saw afar, With faith's unfailing and undying eye,

Beyond the clouds, hope's bright and glorious star.

He knew that God would rise 'gainst Israel's foes
As, long ago, upon the Red Sea coast,
With miracles He saved His chosen race,

And in the sea 'whelmed Pharaoh's mighty host.

And gloriously was that bright trust fulfilled,
For Israel triumphed over every foe,
And marching on with undiminished zeal,
Emerged in triumph from the night of woe.

Yes, Judah proudly stands, 'midst all mankind,
Once more as beautiful, sublime, and grand
As when, in blessed days of old, she stood
A mighty nation in the Holy Land.

Weep not, O Israel, for thy martyred ones,

For though no monuments rise o'er their tombs, Yet fame upon the sacred spot shall shed

Her fairest garlands and her brightest blooms.

Their names are grav'n on honor's deathless page,
And on the scroll of glory written high:
And though earth's proudest monuments decay,
Their deeds sublime will never, never die!

Mourn not, O Israel, for the glorious past;
The future holds a destiny more grand;
For 'tis thy mission great to teach God's laws
To the inhabitants of every land,

And cause the nations of the world to know
That unto Him alone shall prayers ascend,
And that before His great majestic throne

All men in reverent suppliance shall bend.

Ah! may the time soon come when o'er the earth
In thunder tones the glad acclaim will ring,
And nations, taking up the shout, shall cry,
"The God of Judah is our Lord and King!"
MAX MEYERHARDT.

The Jews of England (1290-1902) AN

N Edward's England spat us out-a band Foredoomed to redden Vistula or Rhine, And leaf-like toss with every wind malign, All mocked the faith they could not understand. Six centuries have passed. The yellow brand On shoulder nor on soul has left a sign

And on our brows must Edward's England twine Her civic laurels with an equal hand.

Thick-clustered stars of fierce supremacy

Upon the martial breast of England glance!

She seems of War the very Deity.

Could aught remain her glory to enhance?

Yea, for I count her noblest victory

Her triumph o'er her own intolerance.

ISRAEL ZANGWILL.