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Rh Sputtering blasphemy — who then would shrink From holy vengeance? who would offer leas Heroic wrath and filial zeal to God Than to a murdered father ?

But my son Will die with her be loves.

Better to perish In time than in eternity. No question Penda here of individual life ; our sight Must broaden to embrace the scope sublime Of this trans-earthly theme. The Jew survives Sword, plague, fire, cataclysm — and must, since Christ Cursed him to live till doomsday, still to be A scarecrow to the nations. None the less Are we beholden in Christ's name at whites, When maggot-wise Jews breed, infest, infect Communities of Christians, to wash clean The Church's vesture, shaking off the filth That gathers round her skirts. A perilous Enow you not, all the welts, the very air The Jews have poisoned? — Through their arta alone The Black Death scourges Christendom.