Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel <br />Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; <br />Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod, <br />With perfect patience. Empires rose and fell, <br />Around him Nebo was adored and Bel; <br />Edom was drunk with victory, and trod <br />On his high places, while the sacred sod <br />Was desecrated by the infidel. <br />His faith proved steadfast, without breach or flaw, <br />But now the last renouncement is required. <br />His truth prevails, his God is God, his Law <br />Is found the wisdom most to be desired. <br />Not his the glory! He, maligned, misknown, <br />Bows his meek head, and says, "Thy will be done!"<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-supreme-sacrifice/
