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Oar blood as quick envenomed as your own?
Has the Destroying Angel passed the posts
Of Jewish doors — to visit Christian homes ?
We all are slaves of one tremendous Hour.
We drink the waters which our enemies say
We spoil with poison, — we must breathe, as ye,
The universal air, — we droop, faint, sicken.
From the same causes to the selfsame end.
Ye are not strangers to me, though ye wear
Grim masks to-day — lords, knights and citizens.
Few do I see whose hand has pressed not mine.
In cordial greeting. Dietrich von Tettenbom,
If at my death my wealth be confiscate
Unto the State, bethink you, lest she prove
A harsher creditor than I have been.
Stout Meister Rolapp, may you never again
Languish so nigh to death that Simon's art
Be needed to restore your lusty limbs.
Gk)od Hugo Schultz — ah ! be those blessed tears
Remembered unto you in Paradise !
Look there, my lords, one of your council weeps,
If you be men, why, then an angel sits
On yonder bench. You have good cause to weep,
You who are Christian, and disgraced in that
Whereof you made your boast. I have no tears.
A fiery wrath has scorched their source, a voice
Shrills through my brain — " Not upon us, on them
Fall everlasting woe, if this thing be ! "