Gold! Old Sphinx winks there—"Read my screed!"

Doctrine Jews learn, use, burn for, joined

(Through new craft's stealth) with health and wealth—

At once all three purloined!

[Pg 391]

XII

I rose with dawn, to pawn, no doubt,

(Miss this chance, glance untried aside?)

John's shirt, my—no! Ay, so—the lout!

Let yet the door gape, store on floor

And not a soul about?

XIII

Such men lay traps, perhaps—and I'm

Weak—meek—mild—child of woe, you know!

But theft, I doubt, my lout calls crime.

Shrink? Think! Love's dawn in pawn—you spawn

Of Jewry! Just in time!

[Pg 392]

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