So Abram rose,
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And clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned
Both of them together,
Isaac the first-born
Spake and said, my father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth
With belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
An angel called him out of heaven saying,
Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him.
Behold! A ram
Caught in a thicket by it's horns,
Offer the ram of pride instead a him.
But the old man would not so,
But slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe,
One by one.
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