THE story that Herzl told was true— Too bitter true for tears; The blood-marked trail of the homeless Jew Winds back two thousand years. Walled out by hate from the Gentile's heart, And lashed by senseless lies, The Jew has walked in the nigh-apart, And shunned his brother's eyes. But now—at last—he stands erect, Nor fears to be alone; No Czar—no king—no church—no sect, Can keep him from his own. His flag shall fly where his fathers fought— In the homeland of the Jew; One race! One flag! One nation! Why not? For the dream of the strong comes true. |