| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Jew to Jesus | | By Florence Kiper Frank |
| | | O MAN of my own people, I alone | |
| Among these alien ones can know thy face, | |
| I who have felt the kinship of our race | |
| Burn in me as I sit where they intone | |
| Thy praises,—those who, striving to make known | 5 |
| A God for sacrifice, have missed the grace | |
| Of thy sweet human meaning in its place, | |
| Thou who art of our blood-bond and our own. | |
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| Are we not sharers of thy Passion? Yea, | |
| In spirit-anguish closely by thy side | 10 |
| We have drained the bitter cup, and, tortured, felt | |
| With thee the bruising of each heavy welt. | |
| In every land is our Gethsemane. | |
| A thousand times have we been crucified. | | | | |
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