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Rh Whose bread has nourished me. Thy God is mine, Thy people are my people. SUsskind von Orb !

I come, my friends.

Come to the honse of God ! Wilt then desert us for whose sake we perish ?

The awful hour draws nigh. Come forth with us Unto the Synagogae.

Bear with me, neighbors. Here we may weep, here for the last time know The luxury of sorrow, the soft touch Of natural tenderness ; here our hearts may break; Yonder no tears, no faltering ! Eyes serene Lifted to heaven, and defiant brows To those who have usurped the name of men.