Where'er the Hebrew roamed, on land or sea,
Did persecution follow in his path,

And furious mobs deemed it a noble act

To vent on him their hatred and their wrath.

Ten thousand martyrs died for Israel's cause,
With fortitude sublime, 'mid smoke and flame;
And while their cruel foes stood mocking 'round,
They called on God and blessed His sacred name!

Through all the horrors of that fearful time, Through gloom and death, the Hebrew saw afar, With faith's unfailing and undying eye,

Beyond the clouds, hope's bright and glorious star.

He knew that God would rise 'gainst Israel's foes
As, long ago, upon the Red Sea coast,
With miracles He saved His chosen race,

And in the sea 'whelmed Pharaoh's mighty host.

And gloriously was that bright trust fulfilled,
For Israel triumphed over every foe,
And marching on with undiminished zeal,
Emerged in triumph from the night of woe.

Yes, Judah proudly stands, 'midst all mankind,
Once more as beautiful, sublime, and grand
As when, in blessed days of old, she stood
A mighty nation in the Holy Land.

Weep not, O Israel, for thy martyred ones,

For though no monuments rise o'er their tombs, Yet fame upon the sacred spot shall shed

Her fairest garlands and her brightest blooms.

Their names are grav'n on honor's deathless page,
And on the scroll of glory written high:
And though earth's proudest monuments decay,
Their deeds sublime will never, never die!

Mourn not, O Israel, for the glorious past;
The future holds a destiny more grand;
For 'tis thy mission great to teach God's laws
To the inhabitants of every land,

And cause the nations of the world to know
That unto Him alone shall prayers ascend,
And that before His great majestic throne

All men in reverent suppliance shall bend.

Ah! may the time soon come when o'er the earth
In thunder tones the glad acclaim will ring,
And nations, taking up the shout, shall cry,
"The God of Judah is our Lord and King!"
MAX MEYERHARDT.

The Jews of England (1290-1902)

AN

N Edward's England spat us out—a band Foredoomed to redden Vistula or Rhine, And leaf-like toss with every wind malign, All mocked the faith they could not understand. Six centuries have passed. The yellow brand On shoulder nor on soul has left a sign

And on our brows must Edward's England twine Her civic laurels with an equal hand.

Thick-clustered stars of fierce supremacy

Upon the martial breast of England glance! She seems of War the very Deity.

Could aught remain her glory to enhance?

Yea, for I count her noblest victory

Her triumph o'er her own intolerance.

ISRAEL ZANGWILL.

EAS

The Right of Asylum

ASY the cry while vengeance now is wrought And from his lair the Anarchist is burned. "Shut be our harbors, closed be every port

And from our shore be every alien turned."
Yet while the clamor and the pursuit is hot
And public anger public madness breeds,
Be it not soon nor easily forgot

That England thus an ancient title cedes.
For centuries a pillow hath she spread

For all that widowed goes and wandering
And in her lap hath laid the unhappy head
Or broken Statesman and of outcast King.
Shall she alarmed by that small horde deny
This old sea-haven to world-misery?

STEPHEN PHILLIPS.

The Jewish Soldier

MOTHER England, Mother England, 'mid the

thousands

Far beyond the sea to-day,

Doing battle for thy honour, for thy glory,

Is there place for us, a little band of brothers,
England say?

Dost thou ask our name and nation, Mother England? We have come from many lands,

Where the rod of the oppressor bowed and bent us, Bade us stand with bated breath and humble gesture, Suppliant hands.

Long ago and far away, O Mother England,
We were warriors brave and bold,

But a hundred nations rose in arms against us,
And the shadow of exile closed o'er those heroes

Days of old.

Thou hast given us home and freedom, Mother Eng

Free and fearless midst thy free and fearless children, Sharing with them, as one people, grief and gladness, Joy and pain.

Now we Jews, we English Jews, O Mother England, Ask another boon of thee!

Let us share with them the danger and the glory, Where thy best and bravest lead, there let us follow O'er the sea!

For the Jew has heart and hand, Mother England, And they both are thine to-day—

Thine for life and thine for death, yea, thine forever! Wilt thou take them as we give them, freely, gladly, England say!

ALICE LUCAS.

Israel and Columbia

GLORY of an elder age!

O wonder of time's later days!
Foremost for aye as priest and sage,
Ne'er absent from broad history's ways,

Let us not fail on thee to place

Some share of our Columbian crown,

For one of all thy favored race

Sailed with that fleet from Palos town.

Prophetic dreams of worlds behind
The secret of the sundown seas,
Slept deep in science heart-confined
From Maneth on to Genoese.
Well said Isaiah, seer sublime,

"Surely the isles shall wait for thee,

And ships of Tarshish bide the time

When Hebrews face the western sea."

The gates of unknown worlds were sealed
While progress waits the Jewish hand,
And David's earth possessing shield,

To lead her to the Promised Land.
Herculean Pillars vainly rear

Their frowning ne-plus-ultra bound In paths where fiery pillars steer

The conquest of the planet round.

Spain drove thee forth from mart and school, Princes of commerce, thought, and verse, Thine angel led to broader rule

In lands which laugh at Europe's curse. We hear Jah's voice through all thy course, "More yet beyond, for thou art mine," And with thee dwells the secret force That makes the march of man divine.

For thou art Hebrew-Abram's seed-
The child of him God called His friend,
And son of Whom the nations read,

"Thy kingdom hath not bound nor end."
Yes, Hebrew, man from realms beyond,
Upreared to lead hope's splendid quest,
Instinct with powers by ages crowned,
Restless, thou guidest man to rest.

So Israel's world-wide moving sons,
We hail you at each opening gate,
Through which your flaming promise runs,
While Jacob's star leads on our fate.
And more than admiral or crew,
Whose memory nations now adorn,
We hail that nameless sailor Jew
As herald of the New World's morn.

JOHN J. MCCABE.