Puissance of the Jew

FOR, if we be not of the lost Ten Tribes,

At least we have procured them harbourage—

A shelter from the flouts, the sneers, the gibes

Of malice that befits not this fair age!—

Turn where you will, each blood-stained, guilty page,

The foreign hatred ever doth abide,

The Jew is menaced still from every side.

Are there not signs that still God loveth them?—

Whate’er they touch turns golden in their hands,

And stone by stone the new Jerusalem

Is rising ’mid the waste of other lands,

For as their Wealth, so too their Power expands—

From East to West the sky is all aflame

With dawning greatness of the Jewish name!