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| THERE is a mystic tie that joins | |
| The children of the Hebrew race | |
| In bonds of sympathy and love, | |
| Which time and change cannot efface. | |
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| When, ’mid the world’s abuse and scorn, | 5 |
| The sons of Israel bravely stood, | |
| That bond was holier, stronger still— | |
| Cemented by their martyr’s blood. | |
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| And though to-day the Hebrew dwells | |
| In every clime and every land, | 10 |
| Yet, joined to that immortal tie, | |
| A holy brotherhood they stand. | |
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| Go to the North where Polar stars | |
| Look down on fields of ice and snow; | |
| Go where, in sunny tropic climes, | 15 |
| The gentle breezes softly blow. | |
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| Go to the countries of the East— | |
| Arabia and the Hindoo land; | |
| Go where the calm Pacific sweeps | |
| ’Gainst California’s golden strand;— | 20 |
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| And there, in reverent tones, is heard | |
| The sacred cry, always the same, | |
| “O Israel, hear! Our God is one, | |
| Blest be for aye His holy name!” | |
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| This is the mystic tie that joins | 25 |
| The children of the Hebrew race; | |
| This is the grand and holy bond | |
| Which time and change cannot efface. | |
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