| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Dreyfus | | By Edwin Markham |
| | I A MAN stood stained! France was one Alp of hate, | |
| Pressing upon him with its iron weight. | |
| In all the circle of the ancient sun, | |
| There was no voice to speak for him—not one. | |
| In all the world of men there was no sound | 5 |
| But of a sword flung broken to the ground. | |
| “’Tis done!” they said, “unless a felon soul | |
| Can tear the leaves out of the Judgment Scroll.” | |
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| Hell laughed a little season, then behold | |
| How one by one the gates of God unfold! | 10 |
| Swiftly a sword by Unseen Forces hurled, | |
| And then a man rising against the world! | |
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II Oh, import deep as life is, deep as time! | |
| There is a Something sacred and sublime, | |
| Moving behind the worlds, beyond our ken, | 15 |
| Weighing the stars, weighing the deeds of men. | |
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| Take heart, O world of sorrow, and be strong: | |
| There is One greater than the whole world’s wrong, | |
| Be hushed before the high, benignant Power | |
| That goes untarrying to the reckoning hour. | 20 |
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| O men that forge the fetter, it is vain; | |
| There is a Still Hand stronger than your chain, | |
| ’Tis no avail to bargain, sneer, and nod, | |
| And shrug the shoulder for reply to God. | | | | |
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