| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Seder-Night | | By Israel Zangwill |
| | | PROSAIC miles of streets stretch all round, | |
| Astir with restless, hurried life and spanned | |
| By arches that with thund’rous trains resound, | |
| And throbbing wires that galvanize the land; | |
| Gin-palaces in tawdry splendor stand; | 5 |
| The newsboys shriek of mangled bodies found; | |
| The last burlesque is playing in the Strand— | |
| In modern prose all poetry seems drowned. | |
| Yet in ten thousand homes this April night | |
| An ancient People celebrates its birth | 10 |
| To Freedom, with a reverential mirth, | |
| With customs quaint and many a hoary rite, | |
| Waiting until, its tarnished glories bright, | |
| Its God shall be the God of all the earth. | | | | |
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