The Mystic Tie

THERE is a mystic tie that joins

The children of the Hebrew race

In bonds of sympathy and love,

Which time and change cannot efface.

When, ’mid the world’s abuse and scorn,

The sons of Israel bravely stood,

That bond was holier, stronger still—

Cemented by their martyr’s blood.

And though to-day the Hebrew dwells

In every clime and every land,

Yet, joined to that immortal tie,

A holy brotherhood they stand.

Go to the North where Polar stars

Look down on fields of ice and snow;

Go where, in sunny tropic climes,

The gentle breezes softly blow.

Go to the countries of the East—

Arabia and the Hindoo land;

Go where the calm Pacific sweeps

’Gainst California’s golden strand;—

And there, in reverent tones, is heard

The sacred cry, always the same,

“O Israel, hear! Our God is one,

Blest be for aye His holy name!”

This is the mystic tie that joins

The children of the Hebrew race;

This is the grand and holy bond

Which time and change cannot efface.