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though I were sending the best beloved children of my
fancy out into the
world, and sadness seizes me when I realize that they no
longer belong
to me alone--that they have become the property of
strangers. The living
word falling upon the ear of the listener is one thing;
quite another
the word staring from the cold, printed page. Will my
thoughts be
accorded the same friendly welcome that greeted them
when first they
were uttered?
I venture to hope that they may be kindly received; for
these addresses
were born of devoted love to Judaism. The consciousness
that Israel is
charged with a great historical mission, not yet
accomplished, ushered
them into existence. Truth and sincerity stood sponsor
to every word. Is
it presumptuous, then, to hope that they may find favor
in the New
World? Brethren of my faith live there as here; our
ancient watchword,
"Sh'ma Yisrael," resounds in their synagogues as in
ours; the old
blood-stained flag, with its sublime inscription, "The
Lord is my
banner!" floats over them; and Jewish hearts in America
are loyal like
ours, and sustained by steadfast faith in the Messianic
time when our
hopes and ideals, our aims and dreams, will be realized.
There is but
one Judaism the world over, by the Jordan and the Tagus
as by the
Vistula and the Mississippi. God bless and protect it,
and lead it to
the goal of its glorious future!
To all Jewish hearts beyond the ocean, in free America,