| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Jewess | | By Joaquin Miller |
| | | MY dark-browed daughter of the Sun, | |
| Dear Bedouin of the desert sands, | |
| Sad daughter of the ravished lands, | |
| Of savage Sinai, Babylon— | |
| O, Egypt-eyed, thou art to me | 5 |
| A God-encompassed mystery. | |
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| I see sad Hagar in thy eyes, | |
| The obelisks, the pyramids, | |
| Lie hid beneath thy drooping lids, | |
| The tawny Nile of Moses lies | 10 |
| Portrayed in thy strange people’s force, | |
| And solemn mystery of source. | |
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| The black abundance of thy hair | |
| Falls like some sad twilight of June | |
| Above the dying afternoon, | 15 |
| And mourns thy people’s mute despair. | |
| The large solemnity of night, | |
| O Israel, is in thy sight. | |
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| Then come where stars of freedom spill | |
| Their splendor, Jewess. In this land, | 20 |
| The same broad hollow of God’s hand | |
| That held you ever, outholds still. | |
| And whether you be right or nay, | |
| ’Tis God’s, not Russia’s, here to say. | | | | |
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