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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
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Gro, summon Israel to flight — take this
As sign that I, who call thee, am the Lord,
Thine eyes shalt he struck hlind till thou hast spoken."
Then darkness fell upon mj mortal sense,
Bat light hroke o'er my soul, and all was dear,
And I have journeyed hither with my child
O'er mount and river, till I have announced
The message of the Everlasting God.
[Sensation in the Synagogue*

BABBI JACOB.

Father, have mercy ! when wilt thou have done
With rod and scourge ? Beneath thy children's feet
Earth splits, fire springs. No rest, no rest ! no rest,

A VOICE.

Look to the women ! Mariamne swoons !

ANOTHEB VOICE.

Woe unto us who sinned !

ANOTHEB VOICE.

We 're all dead men.
Fly, fly ere dawn as our forefathers fled
From out the land of Egypt.

BABUCH.

Are ye mad ?
Shall we desert snug homes ? forego the sum