O TRIBE of ancestry, be dumb, thy parchment roll review! What is thy line of ancestors to that which boasts the Jew? The ancient Briton, where is he? The Saxons, who are they? The Roman is a fleeting shade—a thing of yesterday. But he may boldly lift his eyes and spread his hands abroad, And say, "Four thousand years ago my sires on Canaan stood." O, who shall dare despise the Jew, whom God hath not despised, Nor yet forsaken in His wrath, though long and sore chastised? From many a distant land the Lord shall bring His people forth, And Zion be the glory yet and wonder of the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |