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To a Beautiful Jewess
The faithful Eliezer, at the well,Saluted thee; smooth Jacob, in the field;
For thee unhappy Abner's fate was sealed,
And stern Ahasuerus owned thy spell;
Before thy Child the Median sages fell,
And shining hosts of heaven his birth revealed
To shepherds; daily art thou now appealed,
As Mother of the Lord of heaven and hell!
For thus the great traditions of thy type
Abide. We children of corrupter breed
Snatch short successes in a time unripe;
And if our greedy race charge thine with greed,
Thine learnt it writhing in the Egyptian's gripe,
Ere yet our youngling nation was in seed.
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