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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
O Sweet Anemones!
By Jessie E. Sampter
O SWEET anemones on Sharon’s plain,
Light dancing seraphim of sun and rain,
Was he not one of us, was he not ours?
And yet he saved not us, O crimson flowers!
As stars that bloom in heaven, full-bloom and still,        5
As native stags that leap from hill to hill,
As you, dear blossom-stars, on native plains,
So planted here, with God, our home remains.
I, too, would perish here, where he has died,
But felled by horse and spear, not crucified;        10
I, man of peace, would pour, O Rock of God,
My freedom or my blood on Zion’s sod.
When pagans sweep thy fields with withering blast,
My heart is sanctified to death at last;
Its taste is honey-sweet within my mouth,        15
For we that drink with God can dread no drouth.
O sweet anemones on Sharon’s plain,
A spring shall come for us, to bloom again,—
To God a day, to us a thousand years,—
Who still remembers, lives, refreshed with tears.        20

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