| 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 |