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Friends of my age,
My happy generation,
We strode, pained-pleased,
Through the wreckage of whole worlds.
Before the living and the dead
fell on our portion
Inherited old skins
of ourselves—and…
A State is not handed to a people on a silver platter.[Chaim Weizmann, first president of Israel]. . . and the land was silent. The incarnate sunFlickered languidlyAbove the smoldering borders.And a…