Thou art a giant altar, where the Earth

Oh deem not dead that martial fire, Say not the mystic flame is spent! With Moses' law and David's lyre. Your ancient strength remains unbent. Let but an Ezra rise anew, To lift the Banner of the Jew!

The Spirit is not dead, proclaim the word, Where lay dead bones, a host of armed men stand! I ope your graves, my people, saith the Lord, And I shall place you living in your land.

The burning noon sends floods of molten gold, The calm night crowns thee with its host of stars, The moon enfolds thee with her silver veil, And o'er thee e'er is arched the rainbow's span, — The gorgeous marriage-ring of Earth and Heaven. …

The word "Jew" is in constant use, even among so-called refined Christians, as a term of opprobrium, and is employed as a verb, to denote the meanest tricks.

The Jewish problem is as old as history and assumes in each age a new form. All the magnanimity, patience, charity, and humanity, which the Jews have manifested in return for centuries of persecution, have been thus far inadequate to …

His cup is gall, his meat is tears, His passion lasts a thousand years.