| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Lines to a Jewish Child | | By C. D. |
| | | IN the dark depths of those great soulful eyes, | |
| My little Hebrew lad, I fain would read | |
| The marvelous history of thy marvelous race; | |
| The patience, silent suffering, cruel wrongs, | |
| The courage shrinking not from tortuous death; | 5 |
| The constancy that wavers not or turns, | |
| The faith and trust of deep devotion born, | |
| The hope that triumphs over every woe, | |
| The love of kindred, reverence for age, | |
| The virtues manifold that make thy race. | 10 |
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| Truly, God’s chosen people these must be, | |
| Else long since had they perished from the earth. | |
| When blushing I recall the insults foul | |
| That we have heaped on them in Christ’s dear name, | |
| And think how meekly they that own not Christ | 15 |
| Have suffered all and struggled bravely on, | |
| Through sorrow, persecution, torture, death— | |
| I can conceive, my little Hebrew lad, | |
| What pride a Jew must feel to be a Jew! | | | | |
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