Jew and Christian, side by side, As men they fought, and as men they died! Jew and Christian, side by side, For their common country they lived and died, THOU lookest backward reverently. 'Tis well! The to-morrow's light is on thy brow, thy step Young heritor of ancient faith, thou guide The same Eternal keeps the open door; Stand forth with Him and sing to-day's Mismor! E. C. L. BRowNE. THE The sombre earth is wrapped in clouds of gloom; Faint through the storm-filled air a sound is borne, A sound of dread- -a sound of awful doom. It is the tread of armed marching hosts, O God! that creatures fashioned in Thy shape Let forth the snow-plumed bird! Speed Thou her flight Across this world of storm, and stress, and strife, That where she spreads her magic pinions' shade, Joy may awake to sweet and happy life! FLORENCE WEISBERG. Twenty-one Years of Rescue Work SHAMED and degraded you call them-they! Flung in the nameless abysses, whose anguish defiles, Where grief is forbidden to weep, and agony forced into smiles. Shamed and degraded, you say! O for a tongue of fire, for words like to scourging flame, Telling that theirs is the anguish, and ours, ours only, the shame. Ours, or we shudder and turn aside, Holding our whiteness aloof from the stench and the stain, While t'wards those pestilent depths there passes a pitiful train, Hunger and evil their guide, Innocent, ignorant, starving, thrust forth on the fatal track Ours is the shame, for they perish, and we could have held them back! Could-nay, we can, for behold the throng, Sad souls ready to perish, still passing the self-same way, Men and women of Israel, come to their aid this day, Rise, let your hands be made strong! Souls, in God's image created, maimed, prisoned and tortured see. God do so to us and more also, if we do not set them free! ALICE LUCAS. A Call to Israel WHERE is the modern Judah Maccabee? He of the dauntless soul in warrior guise, Where dwells that silent, kingly soul unknown? It may be 'neath compulsion's daily toil, Our New Deliverer finds that destiny Has wrought misfortune for Life's higher aim, It may be, that by song and music lulled The heart thornless flowers of beauty culled, In Israel's glorious past transcendent shone May not the wise, omnipotent decree How sweet the peace of blest security! As 'gainst all warfare hearts humane declaim; That is no righteous use of liberty, That blends with Freedom's breath a despot's name. By force and fraud, and cruel wrong assailed, With sheathed sword, Justice keeps her pure eyes veiled! And Force and Fraud, hand linked with Bigotry, Form the Chief Guards of Russia's sovereignty. Where is the modern Judah Maccabee? Welcome the Conqueror in whatever guise! Life is but living death when liberty Rise valiant daughters of the prophet line. Meditations at Twilight AH, more and more at evening, When twilight edges to its end, Brings untoward sadness in her way. Within that evening calm there comes Their hymns re-echo in my dreams, In thought. The poet and sages fancy More truthful to the thought of God, A God above-yet man to sod. |