What a dark world—who knows?— Ours to inhabit is! One touch and what a strange Glory might burst on us, What a hid universe!
- Lived
- 1864–1926
- Born
- London
- Died
- Midhurst
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
- Known as
- writer, poet, playwright, comedian
- Era
- 20th century
- Movement
- Cultural Zionism
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How full and rich a world Theirs to inhabit is— Sweet scent of grass and bloom, Playmates’ glad symphony, Cool touch of western wind, Sunshine’s divine caress.
An 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.
The past is our cradle, not our prison, and there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.
Oh, for the simple life, For tents and starry skies!
America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!
No... the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you—he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.
Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan — spoiled.
No Jew was ever fool enough to turn Christian unless he was a clever man.