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 “Something you have to weep for; you have cause
 * To murmur and fear death. You have a home

To which to go; you left America
 * Of your free choice, not forced by fate to roam.

“We are forlorn and lonely like a rock;
 * On this ill earth no place for us is found.

Travellers are we, but no one waits for us.
 * Tell us, I pray you, whither we are bound?

“Let the wind storm, and let it howl with rage,
 * Let the deep seethe and boil and roar around!

We Jews are lost, however it may be;
 * The sea alone can quench our burning wound.”