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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
By Israel Zangwill
BEZALEL, filled with wisdom to design
Stones, precious wood, rich-embroidered fabrics, gold,
Fed not the few with cunning manifold
Nor empty loveliness; his art divine
Set up a tabernacle as a sign        5
Of oneness for a rabble many-souled,
So that each span of desert should behold
A nomad people with a steadfast shrine.
But we, its sons, who wander in the dark,
  Footsore, far-scattered, growing less and less,        10
What whiteness glooms our brotherhood to mark,
  What promised land our journey’s end to bless!
We are, unless we build some shrine or ark,
  A dying rabble in a wilderness.

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