Dreyfus

If thou art living, in that Devil's Isle Inquisitorial and darkly vile, Where human hearts are pitilessly broken; Where treacherous hate seems stronger Than either right or law; where grief hath spoken Its final word and asks but to forget: If thou art living, wretched one! live yet A little longer!

Outcast, forsaken, thou art not alone, One bides with thee Who shall thy woes atone, And France, entangled in her toils of hate, Hearkens a voice of warning. Martyr and hope of an imperiled State, Live yet a little! In the East is light— A pledge to thee that long tho seem the night, There comes the morning! Philadelphia, Pa.