Tuesday, June 26, 2007

To The Jews

Oh people bespitten and rifled

Of the fruits that were gone by toil

Have revenge upon those who have trifled

With you, come down to your spoil

Ye are firm in your faith that we scoff at

Ye are strong in your hope that we scorn

While our angels are cast into Tophet

Our creed is outworn

Ye have conquered the night of your longing,

Ye have conquered and shown yourself brave,

Ye have risen in multitudes thronging

When we though you pressed down to the grave.

The hands of Christ’s people shall stab us,

Support his pale godhead who can.

O Caiaphas, Annas, Barabbas,

Behold ye the man

The hands of the lord may quicken

New creeds, but one thing shall be sure,

When the God of the Christians is stricken,

The God of the Jew shall endure.

When Christ shall be dead as Apollo,

Buried in aeons in mouldering sod,

The children of Jacob shall follow

The children of God.

The above poem was written by Chesterton in pencil on lined school book paper during his schooling at St. Paul’s.

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