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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
 
The Jew to Jesus
By Florence Kiper Frank
 
O MAN of my own people, I alone
Among these alien ones can know thy face,
I who have felt the kinship of our race
Burn in me as I sit where they intone
Thy praises,—those who, striving to make known        5
A God for sacrifice, have missed the grace
Of thy sweet human meaning in its place,
Thou who art of our blood-bond and our own.
 
Are we not sharers of thy Passion? Yea,
In spirit-anguish closely by thy side        10
We have drained the bitter cup, and, tortured, felt
With thee the bruising of each heavy welt.
In every land is our Gethsemane.
A thousand times have we been crucified.
 
 
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