| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | To Young Israel | | By M. Osias |
| | | HOW cloudy is the sky!— | |
| And thou, thou askest me | |
| If there’s in Heav’n a God, | |
| A God of Liberty. | |
| Oh, child, oh, ask me not! | 5 |
| I couldn’t lie. | |
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| How cloudy is the sky, | |
| How gloomy is the world | |
| But thou, thou art the same | |
| From land to land though twirled | 10 |
| Thy lips yet spell the name; | |
| “Help, Adonai!” | |
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| Don’t listen to thy foes! | |
| My child, thy aim is near: | |
| Thou willst not be their prey | 15 |
| Thy deeds are good and clear | |
| They are the thistles, they— | |
| Thou art the rose. | |
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| Don’t listen to thy foes! | |
| Their Saviour was, too | 20 |
| A son of thine by birth: | |
| Tell them that He—a Jew— | |
| Brought them redemption on earth; | |
| To heaven he rose. | |
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| Don’t be afraid of them, | 25 |
| They tell the same old lie— | |
| Thou need’st their children’s blood— | |
| But, child, they vainly try | |
| To stamp thee in the mud | |
| ’Tis but a flam! | 30 |
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| Don’t be afraid of them, | |
| Jehovah is thy guide; | |
| Thou, tribe of worthy men, | |
| Thou’llst be the nation’s pride, | |
| “The world’s gem.” | 35 | | | |
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