THE JEW. THE Jew has flourished down the ages Shall wear and win in every fight. WILLIAM JOYCE. (Written in 1911.) "JEW!" Silent and wise and changeless, Master of two things is he- Lord of the Marts of Nations, Master of infinite Patience, Slandered by infinite Lies! Towering, fair-haired Norseman, All borrow for War or trading GEORGE VAUX BACON. A PEOPLE Scattered wide, indeed, Yet from the mingling world distinctly kept; Ages ago the Roman standard stood Upon their ruins; yet have ages swept O'er Rome itself, like an overwhelming flood; Since down Jerusalem's streets she poured her children's bloodAnd still the nation lives! BULL'S MUSEUM (London). THE NUBIAN, GREEK AND JEW. THE Nubian, with black shining skin, In him mind has no more than stirred. cries: The Sun how beauteous! So Did civilizing Egypt rise, Whose roseate setting glow Is in the strata under you." The Nubian understands The Greek, as much as the Greek, the Jew, Pure soul, who lifts his hands Up to the Sun, exclaiming: "Hail Rapt Seraph, who dost see God in His glory void of vail! What thou art I shall be." EDWARD DOYLE. SONG OF THE FIFTH RIVER. WHEN first by Eden Tree, The Four Great Rivers ran, To each was appointed a Man, Her Prince and Ruler to be. But after this was ordained, (The ancient legends tell), There came dark Israèl, For whom no River remained. Then He That is Wholly Just, Said to him: "Fling on the ground A handful of yellow dust, And a Fifth Great River shall run, Mightier than these Four, In secret the Earth around; And Her secret evermore, Shall be shown to thee and thy Race." So it was said and done. And, deep in the veins of Earth, And, fed by a thousand springs That comfort the market-place, Or rap the power of Kings, The Fifth Great River had birth, Even as it was foretoldThe Secret River of Gold! And Israel laid down His sceptre and his crown, And bided a season below, For reason that none might know Save only Israèl. He is Lord of the Last The Fifth, most wonderful, Flood. He hears her thunder past And Her Song is in his blood. He can foresay: "She will fall," For he knows which fountain dries, Behind which desert belt A thousand leagues to the South. He knows what each will bring forth And turns it to his gain. A Prince without a Sword, But the Fifth Great River keeps For Israel alone, As it was ordered to be. RUDYARD KIPLING (1865-). JEWESS. My dark-browed daughter of the Sun, O, Egypt-eyed, thou art to me I see sad Hagar in thy eyes, Waked by the voice of the Angel of Doom, Then may she burst in the dark gates of the tomb, Arrayed in white robes, and radiant with bloom To sing in the Land of Dreams,- CLARK B. COCHRANE. A JEWISH FAMILY. (In a small valley opposite St. Goar, upon the Rhine.) GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings With faithful memory left of things Thou wouldst forego the neighboring Rhine, And all his majesty, A studious forehead to incline O'er this poor family. The Mother-her thou must have seen, To dwell these rifted rocks between, Of playfulness, and love, and joy, Downcast, or shooting glances far, With that of summer skies! I see the dark brown curls, the brow, The grace of parting Infancy Age faithful to the mother's knee, Two lovely sisters, still and sweet Such beauty hath the Eternal poured Though of a lineage once abhorred, |