Prosperous, florishing-kith and kin, HERMINE SCHWED. To Russia WHO tamed your lawless Tartar blood? What David bearded in her den You strode your black, unbridled stud, Who girt the thews of your young prime The Jew, the Jew, the hated Jew. Who taught you tender Bible tales Of Jordan's holy harvest vales? Your Jew! Your Jew! Your hated Jew! JOAQUIN MILLER. The Slaughter of the Jews FOOLS who kill for the lust of blood, fiends of the slaughter pen, Who wreak red malice on women and babes and gray and defenceless men; Murderers, thugs, assassins, who, e'en in religion's name, Dare the work of the ghouls to do, and crawl in your bestial shame This in the name of religion. Why, fools who are less than clod, From the Jew you borrowed your altar, from the Jew you filched your God. His was the great Jehovah whom your churchly rites attest, And his was the wondrous Bible that shone on your darkened West. His David still is singing, Your souls oppressed to thrill, And Sinai's voice is ringing: "Thou shalt not, shalt not kill!" Murderers! thugs! assassins! sodden and ingrate crew! Most of the best ye now disdain was learned of the hated Jew! In temples of desecration his psalms ye have mouthed today; Then turned from the hollow praises to slaughter and kill and slay; Ye have mourned with his Jeremiah, as great was your need to do, But if mourning fostered brute alone, small was the gain to you. "Why should ye be stricken any more?" Isaiah moạneth still, But all that ye learn from the broken words is killand kill and kill! And Rachel still is mourning that her children are no more, While your hearts are mad with malice and your hands are red with gore. Still rolls the awful thunder O'er Sinai's darkened hill, While still-oh, deed of wonder! Ye kill and kill and kill! Fools who are less than brutish, tyranny's pestilent crew, A beast may spring on his master-and ye do murder the Jew. When your forbears sat in their frozen dens and mumbled their rotten bones From Palestine echoed northward the great Jehovah's tones. The God of the Jew had spoken, and your ancestor heard and knew, And his first dim knowledge of truth and right he learned of the hated Jew. Aye, more! From Nazareth came one day the Man who is thine and mine, And he set in the soul of the brutish man the germ of a thought divine, And the germ. took root in the soul of man, it bloomed and grew, and ever And the Christ whom your crimsoned hands do flout was a Jew and the son of a Jew, His heart for the sad world bleeding, He loved and forgave us still; And yet, that lesson unheeding, Ye kill and kill-and kill! Fools who are less than brutish, tyranny's pestilent crew, All that the world holds dearest is slaughtered in him -the Jew. A. J. WATERHOUSE. The Crowing of the Red Cock ACROSS the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more the clarion cock has crowed, Once more the sword of Christ is drawn. A million burning rooftrees light The world-wide path of Israel's flight. Where is the Hebrew's fatherland? The folk of Christ is sore bestead; Each crime that wakes in man the beast, The lust of mobs, the greed of priest, The tyranny of kings, combined To root his seed from earth again, When the long roll of Christian guilt What oceans can the stain remove, Nay, close the book; not now, not here, Reëchoing in the martyr's ear, Even he might nurse revengeful hate, Even he might turn in wrath sublime, With blood for blood and crime for crime. Coward? Not he, who faces death, The angry sword he will not whet; EMMA LAZARUS. A Hymn for the Relief of Israel 7HEN Israel's sons in Egypt groaned, Beneath the proud oppressor's yoke, With mighty arm and outstretched hand, Now spread through far and distant lands, And raise them with their hearts to Thee. Thy word still lives-that word which taught The mouth that cursed Thy flock to bless; That word which their salvation wrought, That faith which still their lips confess. O! turn the hearts of those who still CANON JENKINS. |