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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
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Whose bread has nourished me. Thy God is mine,
Thy people are my people.
VOICES (without),
SUsskind von Orb !
SUSSKIND.
I come, my friends.
Enter boisterously certain Jews,
1ST JEW.
Come to the honse of God !
2D JEW.
Wilt then desert us for whose sake we perish ?
3d jew.
The awful hour draws nigh. Come forth with us
Unto the Synagogae.
SUSSKIND.
Bear with me, neighbors.
Here we may weep, here for the last time know
The luxury of sorrow, the soft touch
Of natural tenderness ; here our hearts may break;
Yonder no tears, no faltering ! Eyes serene
Lifted to heaven, and defiant brows
To those who have usurped the name of men.
