Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус)

The Supreme Sacrifice

Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel 
Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; 
Endured the outlaw’s ban, the yoke, the rod, 
With perfect patience. Empires rose and fell, 
Around him Nebo was adored and Bel; 
Edom was drunk with victory, and trod 
On his high places, while the sacred sod 
Was desecrated by the infidel. 
His faith proved steadfast, without breach or flaw, 
But now the last renouncement is required. 
His truth prevails, his God is God, his Law 
Is found the wisdom most to be desired. 
Not his the glory! He, maligned, misknown, 
Bows his meek head, and says, ”Thy will be done!”

1. Spring Longing
2. Don Rafael
3. Magnetism
4. 1492
5. Saint Romualdo

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