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ON THE ADMISSION OF JEWS INTO PARLIAMENT.
For years unblest, all hope of rest forbidden to his feet,At last the Wandering Jew has found in Westminster a seat;
Jews' ears, they say, in olden days were fill'd with molten lead,
The gold from out their pockets pick'd, the eyes from out their head;
Now, torturing still, with fresh ill-will, we show our ceaseless hate,
And pour into the Hebrew's ear the lead of a debate.
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