Man—lift that sorrow-bowed head.
Lo! ’tis the face of the Christ!
The vision dies at its birth.
You’re merely a butt for our mirth.
You’re a “sheeny”—and therefore despised
And rejected as “scum o’ the earth.”
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Countrymen, bend and invoke
Mercy for us blasphemers,
For that we spat on these marvelous folk,