Emma Lazarus

(22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States)

The Supreme Sacrifice - Poem by Emma Lazarus

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


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  • (2/10/2008 4:26:00 PM)


    No moon could I have ever seen
    No stars up in the sky
    Had there been no 'reason why'
    I could not laugh or cry
    No clouds to shade a sunny day
    No thunderstorms so loud
    No places near or places far
    No humble and no proud
    There must have been a reason why
    Do you think it's true
    Well if you do then reason why
    There's a reason also for you

    (C) 2008 Thomas Wayne Whitenton
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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