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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Jewish Cemetery at Newport</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,<br>Close by the street of this fair seaport town,<br>Silent beside the never-silent waves,<br>At rest in all this moving up and down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep<br>Wave their broad curtains in the southwind's breath,<br>While underneath these leafy tents they keep<br>The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these sepulchral stones, so old and brown,<br>That pave with level flags their burial-place,<br>Seem like the tablets of the Law, thrown down<br>And broken by Moses at the mountain's base.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very names recorded here are strange,<br>Of foreign accent, and of different climes;<br>Alvares and Rivera interchange<br>With Abraham and Jacob of old times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Blessed be God! for he created Death!&quot;<br>The mourner said, &quot;and Death is rest and peace!&quot;<br>Then added, in the certainty of faith,<br>&quot;And giveth Life that nevermore shall cease.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Closed are the portals of their Synagogue,<br>No Psalms of David now the silence break,<br>No Rabbi reads the ancient Decalogue<br>In the grand dialect the Prophets spake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone are the living, but the dead remain,<br>And not neglected; for a hand unseen,<br>Scattering its bounty, like a summer rain,<br>Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How came they here? What burst of Christian hate,<br>What persecution, merciless and blind,<br>Drove o'er the sea -that desert desolate - <br>These Ishmaels and Hagars of mankind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lived in narrow streets and lanes obscure,<br>Ghetto and Judenstrass, in mirk and mire;<br>Taught in the school of patience to endure<br>The life of anguish and the death of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All their lives long, with the unleavened bread<br>And bitter herbs of exile and its fears,<br>The wasting famine of the heart they fed,<br>And slaked its thirst with marah of their tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anathema maranatha! was the cry<br>That rang from town to town, from street to street:<br>At every gate the accursed Mordecai<br>Was mocked and jeered, and spurned by Christian feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pride and humiliation hand in hand<br>Walked with them through the world where'er they went;<br>Trampled and beaten were they as the sand,<br>And yet unshaken as the continent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in the background figures vague and vast<br>Of patriarchs and of prophets rose sublime,<br>And all the great traditions of the Past<br>They saw reflected in the coming time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus forever with reverted look<br>The mystic volume of the world they read,<br>Spelling it backward, like a Hebrew book,<br>Till life became a Legend of the Dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ah! what once has been shall be no more!<br>The groaning earth in travail and in pain<br>Brings forth its races, but does not restore,<br>And the dead nations never rise again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Silent beside the never-silent waves,
At rest in all this moving up and down!

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