110
THE MACCABÆAN
The Visionary By Jessie E. Sampter
I.
He does not feel the vulture stab his flesh,The serpent's fang is dull to him,His eyes have leapt beyond the thorny meshThat cramps and crushes limb to limb.
II.
Though poor he seems, he holds the world in debt;Though old he seems, he's now new-born,A thousand million suns in blood have set—But still on Zion breaks his morn!
III.
Ye nations, all your gold can buy is strife,Your battleships have death to give;And ye shall come to him, and beg for lifesFor vision makes the world to live.