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| GO forth among this homeless race, | |
| This landless race that knows no place | |
| Or name or nation quite its own, | |
| And see their happy babes at play. | |
| Palace or Ghetto, rich or poor, | 5 |
| As thick as birds about your door | |
| At morn some sunny Vermont May, | |
| Then think of Christ and these alone. | |
| Yet we deride, we jeer, we gibe | |
| To see their plenteous babes; we say | 10 |
| “Behold the Jew and all his tribe.” | |
| Yet Solomon upon his throne | |
| Was not more kingly crowned, | |
| More surely born to lord, to lead, | |
| To sow the land with Abram’s seed, | 15 |
| Because their babes are healthful born | |
| And welcomed as the welcome morn. | |
| Hear me this prophecy and heed, | |
| Except we cleanse us kirk and creed, | |
| Except we wash us word and deed, | 20 |
| The Jew shall rule us—reign the Jew. | |
| And just because the Jew is true, | |
| Is true to nature, true to truth; | |
| Is clean, is chaste, as trustful Ruth, | |
| Who bore us David, Solomon— | 25 |
| The Babe that far, first Christmas dawn. | |
* * * * * The nation, aye, the Christian race, | |
| Here fronts its Sybil, face to face, | |
| And I must say, say now to you, | |
| Whate’er the cost, of fortune, fame, | 30 |
| The Christian is a thing of shame— | |
| Must say because I know it true, | |
| The better Christian is the Jew. | |
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