Of Doctors' strange immunity from laws. O! for an instrument--an act or sermon-- Of Moses' kind--to cut the germ from German! And lead them from the Wilderness of Vice Whose hearts were warm but now have turned to ice! All these and many more increase the lustre Distinguishing this brilliant Jewish cluster. And Abraham? We save him for the last, Tho first in line, renowned Iconoclast. Of all the Israelites, the men of mark, Who else compares with this grand Patriarch? And who besides, of all the racial roots, Developed half the lusty leaves and shoots, Strong limbs and branches, virile seed? _some_ trunk! The Ark, with all this luggage, would have sunk! And so 'twere well the Deluge didst o'erwhelm The Earth, ere this, with Noah at the helm, Else to preserve the chosen and elite Of Israel's line would needs have taxed a fleet. I love these ancient tribesmen who illumine The Archives of the Past: they were so human! Their frailties were but habits of the Race Since Father Adam set the human pace Hitched up with Eve who, chafing at the bit, Did well her part or bit, in spite of it. But all their mortal weaknesses were nil Compared with virtues that their Records fill; And good or bad, or medium or fair, No Tribe excelled their morals anywhere. They freely gave their tithes, but did it pay To advertise their wealth? a give away! And so their pockets have been worn and frayed By frequent contributions they have made To Charity and Church. I hope and pray They've saved a little for a rainy day! I think they have! for Money talked,--confessed That Hebrews were the ones he liked the best, Because they never slighted or abused him, And always were so careful how they used him. And so, O Sons of Abraham, I say You've come into your own and come to stay! The Promised Land is yours, but what is more, The Earth and Seas and Skies with all their store. You wandered from Judea, but why care? Because your home is here as well as there; And we would miss you just as much, I vum, As those who wait you in Capernaum; For Broadway would despair and sackcloth don If you should leave New York for Ascalon. No more, thank God! will Infidels profane Jerusalem. For centuries the stain Of Turkish rule has laid its unclean hand Upon the Altars of the Holy Land. But now the Prophet's promise is fulfilled, And Jews and Gentiles are rejoiced and thrilled As Men of Allenby, God's Sword, restore The Holy City: _yours_ forevermore. ENGLAND