SO—you have "recognized" the Jew? Then—just perchance—you may have noticed, too, And "recognized" the hills that pierce the sky And hold their heads in pure, star-studded blue, Whose heights command your plains which dully lie, And dare not dream. You "recognized," perhaps, The dark, thick shade of forests, æons old; The mellow splendor of the moon that wraps The night in glory, and the ruddy gold That lies deep hidden in the pregnant earth Perhaps you "recognize." The liquid mirth And tender passion of a mountain stream You "recognize"; the potence of a dream May still be "recognized"—who knows?—by you, Since, wisely, now you "recognize" the Jew. |