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THE MACCABÆAN.
[March, 1903.
THE COLONY OF ROSH PINAH
The Ghetto Street
The street of the Ghetto is pale, But its throbbing heart is bright. 'Tis sustained by an infinite power And rays of spiritual light.
The street of the Ghetto is pale, But its dauntless soul is fair. And white are its walls and stones, 'Spite their years of humble wear.
ON THE EAST SIDE OF NEW YORK
The many feet that have trod . In humility, over its face, Add but to its pensive charm, And reveal its celestial grace.
Age, poverty, sorrow and faith, Have ennobled a contrite heart That sings with hope, and peers Beyond life's darker part.