So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
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And took the fire with him, and a knife.
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And as they sojourned both of them together,
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Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
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Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
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But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
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Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
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And builded parapets and trenches there,
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And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
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When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
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Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
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Neither do anything to him, thy son.
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Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
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A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.
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But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
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And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
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The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young
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| Joan Baez |
