About Emma Lazarus. (written For "the Century Magazine") Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Born July Died NovemberA
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One hesitates to lift the veil and throw the light upon a life soB
hidden and a personality so withdrawn as that of Emma Lazarus butC
while her memory is fresh and the echo of her songs still lingersD
in these pages we feel it a duty to call up her presence once moreE
and to note the traits that made it remarkable and worthy to shineF
out clearly before the world Of dramatic episode or climax in herA
life there is none outwardly all was placid and serene like anG
untroubled stream whose depths alone hold the strong quick tideH
The story of her life is the story of a mind of a spirit everA
seeking ever striving and pressing onward and upward to new truthI
and light Her works are the mirror of this progress In reviewingJ
them the first point that strikes us is the precocity or ratherA
the spontaneity of her poetic gift She was a born singer poetryK
was her natural language and to write was less effort than to speakL
for she was a shy sensitive child with strange reserves andM
reticences not easily putting herself en rapport with those aroundN
her Books were her world from her earliest years in them sheK
literally lost and found herself She was eleven years old when theO
War of Succession broke out which inspired her first lyric outburstsP
Her poems and translations written between the ages of fourteen andM
seventeen were collected and constituted her first published volumeQ
Crude and immature as these productions naturally were and utterlyK
condemned by the writer's later judgment they are neverthelessR
highly interesting and characteristic giving as they do theO
keynote of much that afterwards unfolded itself in her life OneS
cannot fail to be rather painfully impressed by the profoundN
melancholy pervading the book The opening poem is In MemoriamQ
on the death of a school friend and companion and the two followingJ
poems also have death for theme On a Lock of my Mother's Hair givesT
us reflections on growing old These are the four poems written atU
the age of fourteen There is not a wholly glad and joyous strain inV
the volume and we might smile at the recurrence of broken vowsW
broken hearts and broken lives in the experience of this maiden justX
entered upon her teens were it not that the innocent child herselfY
is in such deadly earnest The two long narrative poems Bertha andM
Elfrida are tragic in the extreme Both are dashed off apparentlyK
at white heat Elfrida over fifteen hundred lines of blank verseZ
in two weeks Bertha in three and a half We have said that EmmaQ
Lazarus was a born singer but she did not sing like a bird forE
joy of being alive and of being young alas there is no hint inV
these youthful effusions except inasmuch as this unrelieved gloomQ
this ignorance of values so to speak is a sign of youth commonS
especially among gifted persons of acute and premature sensibilitiesA2
whose imagination not yet focused by reality overreached the markB2
With Emma Lazarus however this sombre streak has a deeper rootC2
something of birth and temperament is in it the stamp and heritageD2
of a race born to suffer But dominant and fundamental though it wasE2
Hebraism was only latent thus far It was classic and romantic artF2
that first attracted and inspired her She pictures Aphrodite theQ
beautiful arising from the waves and the beautiful Apollo and hisG2
loves Daphne pursued by the god changing into the laurel and theQ
enamored Clytie into the faithful sunflower Beauty for its ownH2
sake supreme and unconditional charmed her primarily and to the endI2
Her restless spirit found repose in the pagan idea the absoluteC2
unity and identity of man with nature as symbolized in the GreekL
myths where every natural force becomes a person and where in turnJ2
persons pass with equal readiness and freedom back into nature againK2
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In this connection a name would suggest itself even if it did notL2
appear Heine the Greek Heine the Jew Heine the Romanticist asM2
Emma Lazarus herself has styled him and already in this early volumeQ
of hers we have trace of the kinship and affinity that afterwards soB
plainly declared itself Foremost among the translations are aQ
number of his songs rendered with a finesse and a literalness thatU
are rarely combined Four years later at the age of twenty oneS
she published her second volume Admetus and Other Poems whichN2
at once took rank as literature both in America and England andM
challenged comparison with the work of established writers OfO2
classic themes we have Admetus and Orpheus and of romantic theQ
legend of Tannhauser and of the saintly Lohengrin All are treatedP2
with an artistic finish that shows perfect mastery of her craftQ2
without detracting from the freshness and flow of her inspirationS
While sounding no absolutely new note in the world she yet makesR2
us aware of a talent of unusual distinction and a highly endowedS2
nature a sort of tact of sentiment and expression an instinctT2
of the true and beautiful and that quick intuition which is likeU2
second sight in its sensitiveness to apprehend and respond to externalV2
stimulus But it is not the purely imaginative poems in this volumeQ
that most deeply interest us We come upon experience of life inV
these pages not in the ordinary sense however of outward activityK
and movement but in the hidden undercurrent of being The epochsW2
of our life are not in the visible facts but in the silent thoughtsX2
by the wayside as we walk This is the motto drawn from EmersonS
which she chooses for her poem of Epochs which marks a pivotalV2
moment in her life Difficult to analyze difficult above all toY2
convey if we would not encroach upon the domain of private andM
personal experience is the drift of this poem or rather cycle ofO2
poems that ring throughout with a deeper accent and a more directZ2
appeal than has yet made itself felt It is the drama of the humanS
soul the mystic winged and flickering butterfly flittingJ
between earth and sky in its passage from birth to deathA3
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A golden morning of June Sweet empty sky without a stainB3
Sunlight and mist and ripple of rain fed rills A murmur and aQ
singing manifoldC3
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What simple things be these the soul to raiseD3
To bounding joy and make young pulses beatE3
With nameless pleasure finding life so sweetE3
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Such is youth a June day fair and fresh and tender with dreams andM
longing and vague desire The morn lingers and passes but the noonF3
has not reached its height before the clouds begin to rise theQ
sunshine dies the air grows thick and heavy the lightnings flashG3
the thunder breaks among the hills rolls and gathers and growsH3
untilI3
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Behold yon bolt struck homeQ
And over ruined fields the storm hath comeQ
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Now we have the phases of the soul the shock and surprise of griefJ3
in the face of the world made desolate Loneliness and despair forE
a space and then like stars in the night the new births of theQ
spirit the wonderful outcoming from sorrow the mild light of patienceK3
at first hope and faith kindled afresh in the very jaws of evilV2
the new meaning and worth of life beyond sorrow beyond joy andM
finally duty the holiest word of all that leads at last to victoryK
and peace The poem rounds and completes itself with the close ofO2
the long rich day and the release ofO2
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The mystic winged and flickering butterflyL3
A human soul that drifts at libertyK
Ah who can tell to what strange paradiseM3
To what undreamed of fields and lofty skiesN3
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We have dwelt at some length upon this poem which seems to us in aQ
certain sense subjective and biographical but upon closer analysisO3
there is still another conclusion to arrive at In Epochs we haveP3
doubtless the impress of a calamity brought very near to the writerA
and profoundly working upon her sensibilities not however by directZ2
but reflex action as it were and through sympathetic emotion theQ
emotion of the deeply stirred spectator of the artist the poet whoY2
lives in the lives of others and makes their joys and their sorrowsH3
his ownH2
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Before dismissing this volume we may point out another clue as to theQ
shaping of mind and character The poem of Admetus is dedicatedP2
to my friend Ralph Waldo Emerson Emma Lazarus was betweenQ3
seventeen and eighteen years of age when the writings of EmersonS
fell into her hands and it would be difficult to over estimate theQ
impression produced upon her As she afterwards wrote To how manyK
thousand youthful hearts has not his word been the beacon nayR3
more the guiding star that led them safely through periods ofO2
mental storm and struggle Of no one is this more true than herselfY
Left to a certain extent without compass or guide without anyK
positive or effective religious training this was the first greatS3
moral revelation of her life We can easily realize the chaos andM
ferment of an over stimulated brain steeped in romantic literatureA
and given over to the wayward leadings of the imagination Who canG
tell what is true what is false in a world where fantasy is as realT3
as fact Emerson's word fell like truth itself a shaft of lightU3
shot from the zenith a golden rule of thought and action HisG2
books were bread and wine to her and she absorbed them into herA
very being She felt herself invincibly drawn to the master thatU
fount of wisdom and goodness and it was her great privilege duringJ
these years to be brought into personal relations with him FromQ
the first he showed her a marked interest and sympathy which becameQ
for her one of the most valued possessions of her life He criticisedU
her work with the fine appreciation and discrimination that madeU
him quick to discern the quality of her talent as well as of herA
personality and he was no doubt attracted by her almost transparentU
sincerity and singleness of soul as well as by the simplicity andU
modesty that would have been unusual even in a person not giftedU
He constituted himself in a way her literary mentor advised herA
as to the books she should read and the attitude of mind she shouldU
cultivate For some years he corresponded with her very faithfullyK
his letters are full of noble and characteristic utterances andU
give evidence of a warm regard that in itself was a stimulus and aQ
high incentive But encouragement even from so illustrious a sourceV3
failed to elate the young poetess or even to give her a due senseW3
of the importance and value of her work or the dignity of herA
vocation We have already alluded to her modesty in her unwillingnessX3
to assert herself or claim any prerogative something even morbidU
and exaggerated which we know not how to define whether as overA
sensitiveness or indifference Once finished the heat and glow ofO2
composition spent her writings apparently ceased to interest herA
She often resented any allusion to them on the part of intimateU
friends and the public verdict as to their excellence could notU
reassure or satisfy her The explanation is not far perhaps toU
seek Was it not the Ewig Weibliche that allows no prestige butU
its own Emma Lazarus was a true woman too distinctly feminine toU
wish to be exceptional or to stand alone and apart even by virtueU
of superiorityK
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A word now as to her life and surroundings She was one of a familyK
of seven and her parents were both living Her winters were passedU
in New York and her summers by the sea In both places her life wasE2
essentially quiet and retired The success of her book had beenV
mainly in the world of letters In no wise tricked out to catch theQ
public eye her writings had not yet made her a conspicuous figureA
but were destined slowly to take their proper place and give her theQ
rank that she afterwards heldU
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For some years now almost everything that she wrote was publishedU
in Lippincott's Magazine then edited by John Foster Kirk and weK
shall still find in her poems the method and movement of her lifeY3
Nature is still the fount and mirror reflecting and again reflectedU
in the soul We have picture after picture almost to satietyU
until we grow conscious of a lack of substance and body and of vitalV2
play to the thought as though the brain were spending itself inV
dreamings and reverie the heart feeding upon itself and the lifeY3
choked by its own fullness without due outlet Happily howeverA
the heavy cloud of sadness has lifted and we feel the subsidenceK3
of waves after a storm She sings MatinsK3
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Does not the morn break thusK3
Swift bright victoriousK3
With new skies cleared for usK3
Over the soul storm tostU
Her night was long and deepZ3
Strange visions vexed her sleepZ3
Strange sorrows bade her weepZ3
Her faith in dawn was lostU
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No halt no rest for herA
The immortal wandererA
From sphere to higher sphereA4
Toward the pure source of dayU
The new light shames her fearsK3
Her faithlessness and tearsK3
As the new sun appearsK3
To light her god like wayU
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Nature is the perpetual resource and consolation 'T is good to beK
alive she says and why SimplyK
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To see the lightU
That plays upon the grass to feel and sighL3
With perfect pleasure the mild breeze stirA
Among the garden roses red and whiteU
With whiffs of fragrancyK3
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She gives us the breath of the pines and of the cool salt seasK3
illimitably sparkling Her ears drink the ripple of the tideU
and she stopsK3
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To gaze as one who is not satisfiedU
With gazing at the large bright breathing seaK3
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Phantasies after Robert Schumann is the most complete and perfectU
poem of this period Like Epochs it is a cycle of poems and theQ
verse has caught the very trick of music alluring baffling andU
evasive This time we have the landscape of the night the glamourA
of moon and stars pictures half real and half unreal mysticB4
imaginings fancies dreams and the enchantment of faerie andU
throughout the unanswered cry the eternal Wherefore of destinyK3
Dawn ends the song with a fine clear note the return of day night'sK3
misty phantoms rolled away and the world itself again greenQ3
sparkling and breathing freshnessK3
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In she published Alide a romance in prose drawn from Goethe'sK3
autobiography It may be of interest to quote the letter sheK3
received from Tourgeneff on this occasionS
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Although generally speaking I do not think it advisableV2
to take celebrated men especially poets and artists as aQ
subject for a novel still I am truly glad to say that IL3
have read your book with the liveliest interest It isK3
very sincere and very poetical at the same time the lifeY3
and spirit of Germany have no secrets for you and yourE
characters are drawn with a pencil as delicate as it isK3
strong I feel very proud of the approbation you give toU
my works and of the influence you kindly attribute to themQ
on your own talent an author who write as you do is notU
a pupil in art any more he is not far from being himselfY
a masterA
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Charming and graceful words of which the young writer was justlyK3
proudU
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About this time occurred the death of her mother the first break inV
the home and family circle In August of she made a visit toU
Concord at the Emersons' memorable enough for her to keep a journalV2
and note down every incident and detail Very touching to read nowC4
in its almost childlike simplicity is this record of persons thatU
pass and shadows that remain Mr Emerson himself meets her at theQ
station and drives with her in his little one horse wagon to hisK3
home the gray square house with dark green blinds set amidst nobleV2
trees A glimpse of the family the stately white haired MrsK3
Emerson and the beautiful faithful Ellen whose figure seems alwaysK3
to stand by the side of her august father Then the picture ofO2
Concord itself lovely and smiling with its quiet meadows quietU
slopes and quietest of rivers She meets the little set of ConcordU
people Mr Alcott for whom she does not share Mr Emerson'sK3
enthusiasm and William Ellery Channing whose figure stands out likeU2
a gnarled and twisted scrub oak a pathetic impossible creatureA
whose cranks and oddities were submitted to on account of an innateU
nobility of character Generally crabbed and reticent withD4
strangers he took a liking to me says Emma Lazarus The bondU
of our sympathy was my admiration for Thoreau whose memory heK3
actually worships having been his constant companion in his bestU
days and his daily attendant in the last years of illness and heroicB4
suffering I do not know whether I was most touched by the thoughtU
of the unique lofty character that had inspired this depth andU
fervor of friendship or by the pathetic constancy and pure affectionS
of the poor desolate old man before me who tried to conceal hisK3
tenderness and sense of irremediable loss by a show of gruffness andU
philosophy He never speaks of Thoreau's death she says butU
always 'Thoreau's loss ' or 'when I lost Mr Thoreau ' or 'when MrA
Thoreau went away from Concord ' nor would he confess that he missedU
him for there was not a day an hour a moment when he did notU
feel that his friend was still with him and had never left him AndU
yet a day or two after she goes on to say when I sat with him inV
the sunlit wood looking at the gorgeous blue and silver summer skyL3
he turned to me and said 'Just half of the world died for me when IL3
lost Mr Thoreau None of it looks the same as when I looked at itU
with him ' He took me through the woods and pointed out to meK3
every spot visited and described by his friend Where the hut stoodU
is a little pile of stones and a sign 'Site of Thoreau's Hut ' andU
a few steps beyond is the pond with thickly wooded shore everythingJ
exquisitely peaceful and beautiful in the afternoon light and notU
a sound to be heard except the crickets or the 'z ing' of the locustsK3
which Thoreau has described Farther on he pointed out to me inV
the distant landscape a low roof the only one visible which wasK3
the roof of Thoreau's birthplace He had been over there many timesK3
he said since he lost Mr Thoreau but had never gone in he wasK3
afraid it might look lonely But he had often sat on a rock inV
front of the house and looked at it On parting from his youngE4
friend Mr Channing gave her a package which proved to be a copyK3
of his own book on Thoreau and the pocket compass which ThoreauB
carried to the Maine woods and on all his excursions Before leavingJ
the Emersons she received the proof sheets of her drama of TheQ
Spagnoletto which was being printed for private circulation SheK3
showed them to Mr Emerson who had expressed a wish to see themQ
and after reading them he gave them back to her with the commentU
that they were good She playfully asked him if he would not giveF4
her a bigger word to take home to the family He laughed and saidU
he did not know of any but he went on to tell her that he hadU
taken it up not expecting to read it through and had not been ableV2
to put it down Every word and line told of richness in the poetryK3
he said and as far as he could judge the play had great dramaticB4
opportunities Early in the autumn The Spagnoletto appeared aQ
tragedy in five acts the scene laid in ItalyK3
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Without a doubt every one in these days will take up with misgivingJ
and like Mr Emerson not expecting to read it through a five actU
tragedy of the seventeenth century so far removed apparently fromQ
the age and present actualities so opposed to the ModerniteU
which has come to be the last word of art Moreover great names atU
once appear great shades arise to rebuke the presumptuous new comerA
in this highest realm of expression The Spagnoletto has graveG4
defects that would probably preclude its ever being represented onH4
the stage The denoument especially is unfortunate and sins againstU
our moral and aesthetic instinct The wretched tiger like fatherA
stabs himself in the presence of his crushed and erring daughter soB
that she may forever be haunted by the horror and the retribution ofO2
his death We are left suspended as it were over an abyss ourA
moral judgment thwarted our humanity outraged But The SpagnolettoU
is nevertheless a remarkable production and pitched in anotherA
key from anything the writer has yet given us Heretofore we haveP3
only had quiet reflective passive emotion now we have a stormQ
and sweep of passion for which we were quite unprepared Ribera'sB
character is charged like a thunder cloud with dramatic elementsB
Maria Rosa is the child of her father fired at a flash deaf dumbQ
and blind at the touch of passionS
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Does love steal gently o'er our soulI4
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What if he comeQ
A cloud a fire a whirlwindU
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and then the cryL3
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O my GodU
This awful joy in mine own heart is loveO2
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AgainK2
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While you are here the one thing real to meK3
In all the universe is loveO2
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Exquisitely tender and refined are the love scenes at the ball andU
in the garden between the dashing prince lover in search of hisB
pleasure and the devoted girl with her heart in her eyes on herA
lips in her hand Behind them always like a tragic fate theQ
somber figure of the Spagnoletto and over all the glow and colorA
and soul of ItalyK3
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In appeared the translation of Heine's poems and ballads whichN2
was generally accepted as the best version of that untranslatableK3
poet Very curious is the link between that bitter mocking cynicB4
spirit and the refined gentle spirit of Emma Lazarus Charmed byL3
the magic of his verse the iridescent play of his fancy and theQ
sudden cry of the heart piercing through it all she is as yet unawareJ4
or only vaguely conscious of the of the real bond between them theQ
sympathy in the blood the deep tragic Judaic passion of eighteenQ3
hundred years that was smouldering in her own heart soon to breakK4
out and change the whole current of thought and feelingJ
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Already in the storm was gathering In a distant provinceB
of Russia at first then on the banks of the Volga and finally inV
Moscow itself the old cry was raised the hideous mediaeval chargeL4
revived and the standard of persecution unfurled against the JewsB
Province after province took it up In Bulgaria Servia and aboveO2
all Roumania where we were told the sword of the Czar had beenV
drawn to protect the oppressed Christian atrocities took the placeB
of Moslem atrocities and history turned a page backward into the darkB2
annals of violence and crime And not alone in despotic Russia butU
in Germany the seat of modern philosophic thought and culture theQ
rage of Anti Semitism broke out and spread with fatal ease and potencyK3
In Berlin itself tumults and riots were threatened We in AmericaQ
could scarcely comprehend the situation or credit the reports andU
for a while we shut our eyes and ears to the facts but we were soonF3
rudely awakened from our insensibility and forced to face the truthI
It was in England that the voice was first raised in behalf ofO2
justice and humanity In January there appeared in theQ
London Times a series of articles carefully compiled on theQ
testimony of eye witnesses and confirmed by official documentsB
records etc giving an account of events that had been taking placeB
in southern and western Russia during a period of nine monthsB
between April and December of We do not need to recall theQ
sickening details The headings will suffice outrage murder arsonS
and pillage and the result Jewish families made homelessB
and destitute and nearly worth of property destroyedU
Nor need we recall the generous outburst of sympathy and indignationS
from America It is not that it is the oppression of Jews byL3
Russia said Mr Evarts in the meeting at Chickering Hall WednesdayK3
evening February it is that it is the oppression of men andU
women and we are men and women So spoke civilized ChristendomQ
and for Judaism who can describe that thrill of brotherhoodU
quickened anew the immortal pledge of the race made one againK2
through sorrow For Emma Lazarus it was a trumpet call that awokeM4
slumbering and unguessed echoes All this time she had been seekingJ
heroic ideals in alien stock soulless and far removed in paganS
mythology and mystic mediaeval Christianity ignoring her veryK3
birthright the majestic vista of the past down which high aboveO2
flood and fire had been conveyed the precious scroll of the MoralK3
Law Hitherto Judaism had been a dead letter to her Of PortugueseB
descent her family had always been members of the oldest and mostU
orthodox congregation of New York where strict adherence to customQ
and ceremonial was the watchword of faith but it was only duringJ
her childhood and earliest years that she attended the synagogueN4
and conformed to the prescribed rites and usages which she had nowC4
long since abandoned as obsolete and having no bearing on modernJ2
life Nor had she any great enthusiasm for her own people As lateU
as April she published in The Century Magazine an articleK3
written probably some months before entitled Was the Earl ofO2
Beaconsfield a Representative Jew in which she is disposed toU
accept as the type of the modern Jew the brilliant successful butU
not over scrupulous chevalier d'industrie In view of subsequentU
or rather contemporaneous events the closing paragraph of the articleK3
in question is worthy of being citedU
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Thus far their religion the Jewish whose mere preservationS
under such adverse conditions seems little short of a miracleK3
has been deprived of the natural means of development andU
progress and has remained a stationary force The nextU
hundred years will in our opinion be the test of theirJ4
vitality as a people the phase of toleration upon whichN2
they are only now entering will prove whether or not theyU
are capable of growthO4
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By a curious almost fateful juxtaposition in the same number ofO2
the magazine appeared Madame Ragozin's defense of Russian barbarityK3
and in the following May number Emma Lazarus's impassioned appealK3
and reply Russian Christianity versus Modern Judaism FromQ
this time dated the crusade that she undertook in behalf of her raceB
and the consequent expansion of all her faculties the growth ofO2
spiritual power which always ensues when a great cause is espousedU
and a strong conviction enters the soul Her verse rang out as itU
had never rung before a clarion note calling a people to heroicB4
action and unity to the consciousness and fulfillment of a grandU
destiny When has Judaism been so stirred as by The Crowing ofO2
the Red Cock andU
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The Banner Of The JewU
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Wake Israel wake Recall to dayU
The glorious Maccabean rageP4
The sire heroic hoary grayU
His five fold lion lineageD2
The Wise the Elect the Help of GodU
The Burst of Spring the Avenging RodU
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From Mizpeh's mountain ridge they sawB
Jerusalem's empty streets her shrineF
Laid waste where Greeks profaned the LawB
With idol and with pagan signF
Mourners in tattered black were thereJ4
With ashes sprinkled on their hairJ4
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Then from the stony peak there rangQ4
A blast to ope the graves down pouredU
The Maccabean clan who sangQ4
Their battle anthem to the LordU
Five heroes lead and following seeK3
Ten thousand rush to victoryK3
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Oh for Jerusalem's trumpet nowC4
To blow a blast of shattering powerA
To wake the sleeper high and lowK3
And rouse them to the urgent hourA
No hand for vengeance but to saveG4
A million naked swords should waveG4
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Oh deem not dead that martial fireA
Say not the mystic flame is spentU
With Moses' law and David's lyreR4
Your ancient strength remains unbentU
Let but an Ezra rise anewU
To lift the BANNER OF THE JEWU
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A rag a mock at first erelongQ4
When men have bled and women weptU
To guard its precious folds from wrongQ4
Even they who shrunk even they who sleptU
Shall leap to bless it and to saveG4
Strike for the brave revere the braveG4
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The dead forms burst their bonds and lived again She sings RoshS4
Hashanah the Jewish New Year and Hanuckah the Feast of LightsB
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Kindle the taper like the steadfast starT4
Ablaze on Evening's forehead o'er the earthU4
And add each night a lustre till afarT4
An eight fold splendor shine above thy hearthV4
Clash Israel the cymbals touch the lyreR4
Blow the brass trumpet and the harsh tongued hornW4
Chant psalms of victory till the heart take fireA
The Maccabean spirit leap new bornW4
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And The New EzekielK3
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What can these dead bones live whose sap is driedU
By twenty scorching centuries of wrongQ4
Is this the House of Israel whose prideU
Is as a tale that's told an ancient songQ4
Are these ignoble relics all that liveX4
Of psalmist priest and prophet Can the breathA3
Of very heaven bid these bones reviveX4
Open the graves and clothe the ribs of deathA3
Yea Prophesy the Lord hath said againK2
Say to the wind come forth and breathe afreshY4
Even that they may live upon these slainB3
And bone to bone shall leap and flesh to fleshY4
The spirit is not dead proclaim the wordU
Where lay dead bones a host of armed men standU
I ope your graves my people saith the LordU
And I shall place you living in your landU
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Her whole being renewed and refreshed itself at its very source SheK3
threw herself into the study of her race its language literatureA
and historyK3
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Breaking the outward crust she pierced to the heart of the faithZ4
and the miracle of its survival What was it other than the everA
present ever vivifying spirit itself which cannot die theQ
religious and ethical zeal which fires the whole history of theQ
people and of which she herself felt the living glow within her ownH2
soul She had come upon the secret and the genius of Judaism thatU
absolute interpenetration and transfusion of spirit with body andU
substance which taken literally often reduces itself to a questionS
of food and drink a dietary regulation and again in properA
splendorA
incarnates itself and shines out before humanity in the prophetsB
teachers and saviors of mankindU
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Those were busy fruitful years for Emma Lazarus who worked notU
with the pen alone but in the field of practical and beneficentU
activity For there was an immense task to accomplish The tide ofO2
immigration had set in and ship after ship came laden with huntedU
human beings flying from their fellow men while all the time likeQ4
a tocsin rang the terrible story of cruelty and persecution horrorsB
that the pen refuses to dwell upon By the hundreds and thousandsB
they flocked upon our shores helpless innocent victims of injusticeB
and oppression panic stricken in the midst of strange and utterlyK3
new surroundingsB
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Emma Lazarus came into personal contact with these people andU
visited them in their refuge on Ward Island While under theQ
influence of all the emotions aroused by this great crisis in theQ
history of her race she wrote the Dance of Death a drama ofO2
persecution of the twelfth century founded upon the authenticQ4
records unquestionably her finest work in grasp and scope andU
above all in moral elevation and purport The scene is laid inV
Nordhausen a free city in Thuringia where the Jews living as theQ
deemed in absolute security and peace were caught up in the wave ofO2
persecution that swept over Europe at that time Accused of poisoningQ4
the wells and causing the pestilence or black death as it was calledU
they were condemned to be burnedU
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We do not here intend to enter upon a critical or literary analysisB
of the play or to point out dramatic merits or defects but weK3
should like to make its readers feel with us the holy ardor andU
impulse of the writer and the spiritual import of the work TheQ
action is without surprise the doom fixed from the first but soK3
glowing is the canvas with local and historic color so vital andU
intense the movement so resistless the internal evidence if weK3
may call it thus penetrating its very substance and form that we areT4
swept along as by a wave of human sympathy and grief In contrastU
with The Spagnoletto how large is the theme and how all embracingQ4
the catastrophe In place of the personal we have the drama ofO2
the universal Love is only a flash now a dream caught sight ofO2
and at once renounced at a higher claimQ
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Have you no smile to welcome love with LiebhaidU
Why should you trembleK3
Prince I am afraidU
Afraid of my own heart my unfathomed joy
A blasphemy against my father's griefJ3
My people's agonyK3
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What good shall come forswearing kith and GodU
To follow the allurements of the heartU
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asks the distracted maiden torn between her love for he princelyK3
wooer and her devotion to the people among whom her lot has been castU
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O GodU
How shall I pray for strength to love him lessB
Than mine own soulK3
No more of thatU
I am all Israel's now Till this cloud passB
I have no thought no passion no desireA
Save for my peopleK3
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Individuals perish but great ideas survive fortitude and courageD2
and that exalted loyalty and devotion to principle which alone areT4
worth living and dying forE
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The Jews pass by in procession men women and children on theirJ4
way to the flames to the sound of music and in festal arrayU
carryingQ4
the gold and silver vessels the roll of the law the perpetual lamp
and the seven branched silver candle stick of the synagogue TheQ
crowd hoot and jeer at themQ
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The misers they will take their gems and goldU
Down to the graveG4
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Let us rejoiceB
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sing the Jewish youths in chorus and the maidensB
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Our feet stand within thy gates O ZionS
Within thy portals O JerusalemQ
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The flames rise and dart among them their garments wave their jewelsB
flash as they dance and sing in the crimson blaze The music ceasesB
a sound of crashing boards is heard and a great cry HallelujahQ
What a glory and consecration of the martyrdom Where shall we find aQ
more triumphant vindication and supreme victory of spirit over matterA
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I see I seeK3
How Israel's ever crescent glory makesB
These flames that would eclipse it dark as blotsB
Of candle light against the blazing sunS
We die a thousand deaths drown bleed and burnJ2
Our ashes are dispersed unto the windsB
Yet the wild winds cherish the sacred seedU
The fire refuseth to consumeQ
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Even as we die in honor from our deathA3
Shall bloom a myriad heroic livesB
Brave through our bright example virtuousB
Lest our great memory fall in disreputeU
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The Dance to Death was published along with other poems andU
translations from the Hebrew poets of mediaeval Spain in a smallK3
column entitled Songs of a Semite The tragedy was dedicated InV
profound veneration and respect to the memory of George Eliot theQ
illustrious writer who did most among the artists of our day towardsB
elevating and ennobling the spirit of Jewish nationalityK3
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For this was the idea that had caught the imagination of Emma LazarusB
a restored and independent nationality and repatriation in PalestineF
In her article in The Century of February on the Jewish
Problem she saysB
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I am fully persuaded that all suggested solutions otherA
than this are but temporary palliatives The ideaQ
formulated by George Eliot has already sunk into the mindsB
of many Jewish enthusiasts and it germinates with miraculousB
rapidity 'The idea that I am possessed with ' says DerondaQ
'is that of restoring a political existence to my peopleK3
making them a nation again giving them a national centreA
such as the English have though they too are scatteredQ
over the face of the globe That task which presents itselfY
to me as a duty I am resolved to devote my life toQ
it AT THE LEAST I MAY AWAKEN A MOVEMENT IN OTHER MINDSB
SUCH HAS BEEN AWAKENED IN MY OWN ' Could the nobleK3
prophetess who wrote the above words have lived but till toQ
day to see the ever increasing necessity of adopting herA
inspired counsel she would have been herself astonishedQ
at the flame enkindled by her seed of fire and the practicalK3
shape which the movement projected by her poetic vision isB
beginning to assumeQ
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In November of appeared her first Epistle to the HebrewsB
one of a series of articles written for the American HebrewQ
published weekly through several months Addressing herself nowC4
to a Jewish audience she sets forth without reserve her views andQ
hopes for Judaism now passionately holding up the mirror for theQ
shortcomings and peculiarities of her race She saysB
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Every student of the Hebrew language is aware that we haveP3
in the conjugation of our verbs a mode known as the 'intensiveP3
voice ' which by means of an almost imperceptible modificationS
of vowel points intensifies the meaning of the primitive rootQ
A similar significance seems to attach to the Jews themselvesB
in connection with the people among whom they dwell They areT4
the 'intensive form' of any nationality whose language andQ
customs they adopt Influenced by the same causes theyU
represent the same results but the deeper lights and shadowsB
of the Oriental temperament throw their failings as well asB
their virtues into more prominent reliefP3
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In drawing the epistles to a close February she thusB
summarizes the special objects she has had in viewP3
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My chief aim has been to contribute my mite towards arousingQ4
that spirit of Jewish enthusiasm which might manifest itselfP3
First in a return to varied pursuits and broad system ofP3
physical and intellectual education adopted by our ancestorsB
Second in a more fraternal and practical movement towardsB
alleviating the sufferings of oppressed Jews in countries lessB
favored than our own Third in a closer and wider study ofP3
Hebrew literature and history and finally in a truer recognitionS
of the large principals of religion liberty and law uponH4
which Judaism is founded and which should draw into harmoniousB
unity Jews of every shade of opinionS
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Her interest in Jewish affairs was at its height when she planned aQ
visit abroad which had been a long cherished dream and MayU
she sailed for England accompanied by a younger sister We haveP3
difficulty in recognizing the tragic priestess we have been portrayingQ4
in the enthusiastic child of travel who seems new born into a newP3
world From the very outset she is in a maze of wonder and delightQ
At sea she writesB
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Our last day on board ship was a vision of beauty fromQ
morning till night the sea like a mirror and the skyQ4
dazzling with light In the afternoon we passed a ship
in full sail near enough to exchange salutes and cheersB
After tossing about for six days without seeing a humanS
being except those on our vessel even this was a sensationS
Then an hour or two before sunset came the great sensationS
of land At first nothing but a shadow on the far horizonS
like the ghost of a ship two or three widely scattered rocksB
which were the promontories of Ireland and sooner than weK3
expected we were steaming along low lying purple hillsB
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The journey to Chester gives her the first glimpse of mellowK3
England a surprise which is yet no surprise so well known andQ
familiar does it appear Then Chester with its quaint picturesqueQ4
streets like the scene of a Walter Scott novel the cathedralK3
planted in greenness and the clear gray river where a boatful ofP3
scarlet dragoons goes gliding by Everything is a picture for herA
special benefit She drinks in at every sense the sights soundsB
and smells and the unimaginable beauty of it all Then theQ
bewilderment of London and a whirl of people sights andQ
impressionsB
She was received with great distinction by the Jews and many of theQ
leading men among them warmly advocated her views But it was notQ
alone from her own people that she met with exceptional considerationS
She had the privilege of seeing many of the most eminent personagesB
of the day all of whom honored her with special and personal regardQ
There was no doubt something that strongly attracted people to herA
at this time the force of her intellect at once made itself feltQ
while at the same time the unaltered simplicity and modesty of herA
character and her readiness and freshness of enthusiasm kept herA
still almost like a childQ
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She makes a flying visit to Paris where she happens to be on the th
of July the anniversary of the storming of the Bastile and of theQ
beginning of the republic she drives to Versailles that gorgeousB
shell of royalty where the crowd who celebrate the birth of theQ
republic wander freely through the halls and avenues and into theQ
most sacred rooms of the king There are ruins on every side inV
Paris she says ruins of the Commune or the Siege or theQ
Revolution it is terrible it seems as if the city were seared withD4
fire and bloodQ
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Such was Paris to her then and she hastens back to her beloved LondonS
starting from there on the tour through England that has been mappedQ
out for her A Day in Surrey with William Morris published inV
The Century Magazine describes her visit to Merton Abbey theQ
old Norman monastery converted into a model factory by the poetQ
humanitarian who himself received her as his guest conducted herA
all over the picturesque building and garden and explained to herA
his views of art and his aims for the peopleK3
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She drives through Kent where the fields valleys and slopes areT4
garlanded with hops and ablaze with scarlet poppies Then CanterburyK3
Windsor and Oxford Stratford Warwick the valley of the Wye WellsB
Exeter and Salisbury cathedral after cathedral Back to LondonS
and then north through York Durham and Edinburgh and on the th
of September she sails for home We have merely named the namesB
for it is impossible to convey an idea of the delight and importanceB
of this trip a crescendo of enjoyment as she herself calls itQ
Long after in strange dark hours of suffering these pictures ofP3
travel arose before her vivid and tragic even in their hold andQ
spell upon herA
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The winter of was not especially productive She wrote aQ
few reminiscences of her journey and occasional poems on the Jewish
themes which appeared in the American Hebrew but for the mostQ
part gave herself up to quiet retrospect and enjoyment with herA
friends of the life she had had a glimpse of and the experience sheK3
had stored a restful happy period In August of the same yearA4
she was stricken with a severe and dangerous malady from which sheK3
slowly recovered only to go through a terrible ordeal and afflictionS
Her father's health which had long been failing now broke down
completely and the whole winter was one long strain of acute anxietyK3
which culminated in his death in March The blow was aQ
crushing one for Emma Truly the silver cord was loosed and theQ
golden bowl broken Life lost its meaning and charm Her father'sB
sympathy and pride in her work had been her chief incentive andQ
ambition and had spurred her on when her own confidence and spiritQ
failed Never afterwards did she find complete and spontaneousB
expression She decided to go abroad as the best means of regainingQ4
composure and strength and sailed once more in May for EnglandQ
where she was welcomed now by the friends she had made almost asB
to another home She spent the summer very quietly at Richmond anG
ideally beautiful spot in Yorkshire where she soon felt theQ
beneficial influence of her peaceful surroundings The very airJ4
seems to rest one here she writes and inspired by the romanticQ4
loveliness of the place she even composed the first few chaptersB
of a novel begun with a good deal of dash and vigor but soonF3
abandoned for she was still struggling with depression and gloomQ
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I have neither ability energy nor purpose she writes It isB
impossible to do anything so I am forced to set it aside for theQ
present whether to take it up again or not in the future remainsB
to be seenQ3
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In the autumn she goes on the Continent visiting the Hague whichN2
completely fascinates her and where she feels stronger and moreE
cheerful than she has for many a day Then Paris which this timeQ
amazes her with its splendor and magnificence All the ghosts ofP3
the Revolution are somehow laid she writes and she spends sixB
weeks here enjoying to the full the gorgeous autumn weather theQ
sights the picture galleries the bookshops the whole brilliantQ
panorama of the life and early in December she starts for ItalyK3
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And now once more we come upon that keen zest of enjoyment thatQ
pure desire and delight of the eyes which are the prerogative ofP3
the poet Emma Lazarus was a poet The beauty of the world whatQ
a rapture and intoxication it is and how it bursts upon her in theQ
very land of beauty where Dante and Petrarch trod A magic glowK3
colours it all no mere blues and greens anymore but a splendor ofP3
purple and scarlet and emerald each tower castle and villageD2
shining like a jewel the olive the fig and at your feet the rosesB
growing in mid December A day in Pisa seems like a week so crowdedQ
is it with sensations and unforgettable pictures Then a month inV
Florence which is still more entrancing with its inexhaustibleK3
treasures of beauty and art and finally Rome the climax of it allK3
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wiping out all other places and impressions and openingQ4
a whole new world of sensations I am wild with theQ
excitement of this tremendous place I have been here aQ
week and have seen the Vatican and the Capitoline MuseumsB
and the Sistine Chapel and St Peter's besides the ruinsB
on the streets and on the hills and the graves of ShelleyK3
and KeatsB
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It is all heart breaking I don't only mean those beautifulK3
graves overgrown with acanthus and violets but the mutilatedQ
arches and columns and dumb appealing fragments looming up inV
the glowing sunshine under the Roman blue skyQ4
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True to her old attractions it is pagan Rome that appeals to herA
most stronglyK3
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and the far away past that seems so sad and strange andQ
near I am even out of humor with pictures a bit of brokenS
stone or a fragment of a bas relief or a Corinthian columnQ
standing out against this lapis lazuli sky or a tremendousB
arch are the only things I can look at for the momentQ
except the Sistine Chapel which is as gigantic as the restQ
and forces itself upon you with equal mightQ
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Already in February spring is in the air the almond trees are inV
bloom violets cover the grass and oh the divine the celestialK3
the unheard of beauty of it all It is almost a pang for her withD4
its strange mixture of longing and regret and delight and in theQ
midst of it she says I have to exert all my strength not to loseB
myself in morbidness and depressionS
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Early in March she leaves Rome consoled with the thought of returningQ4
the following winter In June she was in England again and spentQ
the summer at Malvern Disease was no doubt already beginning toP3
prey upon her for she was oppressed at times by a languor andQ
heaviness amounting almost to lethargy When she returned to LondonS
however in September she felt quite well again and started forE
another tour in Holland which she enjoyed as much as before SheK3
then settled in Paris to await the time when she could return toP3
Italy But she was attacked at once with grave and alarming symptomsB
that betokened a fatal end to her malady Entirely ignorant howeverA
of the danger that threatened her she kept up courage and hope
made plans for the journey and looked forward to setting out atQ
any moment But the weeks passed and the months also slowly andQ
gradually the hope faded The journey to Italy must be given up
she was not in condition to be brought home and she reluctantlyK3
resigned herself to remain where she was and convalesce as sheK3
confidently believed in the spring Once again came the analogyK3
which she herself pointed out now to Heine on his mattress graveP3
in Paris She too the last time she went out dragged herself toP3
the Louvre to the feet of the Venus the goddess without arms whoP3
could not help Only her indomitable will and intense desire toP3
live seemed to keep her alive She sunk to a very low ebb but asB
she herself expressed it she seemed to have always one littleK3
window looking out into life and in the spring she ralliedQ
sufficiently to take a few drives and to sit on the balcony of herA
apartment She came back to life with a feverish sort of thirst andQ
avidity No such cure for pessimism she says as a severeA4
illness the simplest pleasures are enough to breathe the air andQ
see the sunS
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Many plans were made for leaving Paris but it was finally decidedQ
to risk the ocean voyage and bring her home and accordingly sheK3
sailed July rd arriving in New York on the last day of that month
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She did not rally after this and now began her long agony fullK3
of every kind of suffering mental and physical Only her intellectQ
seemed kindled anew and none but those who saw her during the lastQ
supreme ordeal can realize that wonderful flash and fire of theQ
spirit before its extinction Never did she appear so brilliantQ
Wasted to a shadow and between acute attacks of pain she talkedQ
about art poetry the scenes of travel of which her brain was soK3
full and the phases of her own condition with an eloquence forE
which even those who knew her best were quite unprepared EveryK3
faculty seemed sharpened and every sense quickened as the strongQ4
deliveress approached and the ardent soul was released from theQ
frame that could no longer contain itQ
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We cannot restrain a feeling of suddenness and incompleteness andQ
a natural pang of wonder and regret for a life so richly and soK3
vitally endowed thus cut off in its prime But for us it is notQ
fitting to question or repine but rather to rejoice in the rareJ4
possession that we hold What is any life even the most roundedQ
and complete but a fragment and a hint What Emma Lazarus mightQ
have accomplished had she been spared it is idle and evenV
ungrateful to speculate What she did accomplish has real andQ
peculiar significance It is the privilege of a favored few thatQ
every fact and circumstance of their individuality shall add lustreA
and value to what they achieve To be born a Jewess was a distinctionS
for Emma Lazarus and she in turn conferred distinction upon herA
race To be born a woman also lends a grace and a subtle magnetismQ
to her influence Nowhere is there contradiction or incongruityK3
Her works bear the imprint of her character and her character ofP3
her works the same directness and honesty the same limpid purityK3
of tone and the same atmosphere of things refined and beautifulK3
The vulgar the false and the ignoble she scarcely comprehendedQ
them while on every side she was open and ready to take in andQ
respond to whatever can adorn and enrich life Literature was noK3
mere profession for her which shut out other possibilities itQ
was only a free wide horizon and background for culture She wasB
passionately devoted to music which inspired some of her best poemsB
and during the last years of her life in hours of intense physicalK3
suffering she found relief and consolation in listening to theQ
strains of Bach and Beethoven When she went abroad painting wasB
revealed to her and she threw herself with the same ardor andQ
enthusiasm into the study of the great masters her last work leftQ
unfinished was a critical analysis of the genius and personalityK3
of RembrandtQ
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And now at the end we ask Has the grave really closed over allK3
these gifts Has that eager passionate striving ceased and isB
the rest silenceB
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Who knows But would we break if we could that repose thatQ
silence and mystery and peace everlastingQ4

Emma Lazarus



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