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I am of the terrible people, I am of the strange Hebrews. . . . Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a streaming Comet, Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness, The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal Wandering Jew. . ..

Ho! we have turned against the mightiest of our young men And in that denial we have taken on the Christ, And the two thieves beside the Christ, And the Magdalen at the feet of the Christ, And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,— And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross On which we have hung in disaster and glory. . ..

Mighty race! mighty race!—my flesh, my flesh Is a cup of song, Is a well in Asia. 76