Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Heinrich HeineThe New Jewish Hospital at Hamburg
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For sons of man that suffer three-fold ills;
Burdened and baned with three infirmities;
With poverty, disease, and Judaism!
The Jewish sickness of the centuries,
The plague caught in the Nile stream’s slimy vale,
The old unwholesome faith that Egypt knew.
The vapor-bath and douch, vain all the tricks
Of surgery, vain all this house may bring
Of simples to its fever-tossing guests.
This gloomy sorrow that handed down
From sire to son—will some far children know
The perfect happiness of cloudless health?
The heart that full of love and wisdom sought
To trickle balm upon the rankling wound,
To give what comfort still is possible.
For suffering that a skillful hand may soothe
Or cure, or haply Death’s if others fail.
Beds sets he here and cooling drinks and care.
And in the evening of his days he paid
Unto good works the needful due, and dreamed
To rest from labor in kind charity.
Rolled down his cheeks so many a time—the tears,
The precious, generous tears that oft he wept
For his poor brethren’s immedicable ill.