Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By I. N. L.Thou Art a Jew
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That need be said, fore’er to bar the way,
To where doth linger the exclusive ray
Of social sunshine; here the dead
And foolish issues of the past
Are born again, and bigotry appears
And dares to sit in judgment on his peers,
A race immortal, ancient, vast.
Alone, thou’rt judged; thy virtues play no part;
Thy graces, strength of mind, or depth of heart,
All lost in the consuming flame
Of ignorance. Through eyes of love
They look not at thee, fearing they may find
Some merit, toward which they were ever blind;
Some soul, some grandeur from above.
Doth stand among the mighty tow’ring pines,
Still is the forest beautiful. And mines
Of dazzling riches we could see
If we but delved beneath the clay.
Below the surface we must seek to find
True worth, true greatness, and the master mind;
Beyond the darkness, lingers day.
Grim sentinel between the faiths to-day,
Is prejudice; it knoweth but the way
Its father, ignorance, demands
To judge the many by the few.
Amid the weeds the dainty wild flower grows,
Great good ’mid evil often may repose;
But as for thee, thou art a Jew.
Not dim the lustre of thy fathers’ creed.
Let honor be thy star; thy every deed
Reflect its brightness on thy days.
Be faithful, patient, noble, true;
Kindness and justice in thy heart abide;
Live thus and thou wilt feel a worthy pride
When it is said, thou art a Jew.