| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Jewess | | By Allan Davis |
| | | HER hair is winged with summer nights, | |
| Her brow is like the dawn, | |
| Her voice is like an olden song | |
| That memory lingers on, | |
| And all her movements are as soft | 5 |
| And gentle as a fawn. | |
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| A lovely mild, and winsome girl | |
| Of strange and Eastern grace | |
| I thought, How happy art thou, child | |
| In whom all gifts find place, | 10 |
| Till deep within her eyes I saw | |
| The story of her race. | | | | |
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