| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Maccabean | | By Horace M. Kallen |
| | | WHETHER of Fate, or by the hand of man, | |
| His hallowed soul glows still the ages through; | |
| Their flux the body changes, hue on hue, | |
| But, brooding Ivanese or quick American, | |
| His heart must answer to the Yaweh-clan | 5 |
| When thrills its call the earth or cracks the blue, | |
| His spirit leaps onto the fray anew, | |
| As when he shamed Olympus with his ban. | |
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| Not his is it to lag in the world-war | |
| Nor to question whether he live or die, | 10 |
| And though his soul and sense red strife abhor, | |
| His task forever is to purify. | |
| Behold the standard that of old he bore | |
| Flash like the sun into the clouded sky. | | | | |
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