| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Dreyfus | | By Florence Earle Coates |
| | | FRANCE has no dungeons in her island tomb | |
| So deep that she may hide her injustice there; | |
| The cry of innocence, despite her care, | |
| Despite her roll of drums, her cannon’s boom, | |
| Is heard wherever human hearts have room | 5 |
| For sympathy; a sob upon the air, | |
| Echoed and re-echoed everywhere, | |
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| It swells and swells, a prophecy of doom, | |
| Thou latest victim of an ancient hate! | |
| In agony so awfully alone, | 10 |
| The world forgets thee not, nor can forget. | |
| Such martyrdoms she feels to be her own, | |
| And sees involved in thine her larger fate; | |
| She questions, and thy foes shall answer yet. | | | | |
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