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Rh In Savoy, Piedmont, round the garden Bhorea Of tranquil Leman, down the beautiful Rhine, At Lindaa, Costiutz, SchaShauseu, St. Gallen, Everywhere torture, smoking Syuago^es, Carnage, and burning flesh. The lights shine out Of Jewish virtue, Jewish truth, to star The sanguine field with an immortal hlazoo. The venerable Mar-Isaac in Cologne, Sat in his house at prayer, nor lifted lid From off the eacred text, while all around The fanatics ran riot ; bim they seized, Haled through the streets, with prod of stick and Fretted his wrinkled fiesh, plucked his white beard, Dragged him with -gibes into their Church, ajid held A Cracifix before him. " Know thy Lord I " He spat thereon ; he was pulled limb from limb. I saw — God, that I might forget ! — a man Leap in the Loire, with his fair, stalwart son, A-bloom with youth, and midst the stream nn-sheathe A poniard, sheathing it in his boy's heart. While he pronounced the blessing for the dead. " Amen !" the lad responded as he sank, And the white water darkened as with wine, I saw -- but no I Ton are glutted, and my tongue,