And took our total tally, head for head,
As though he stood before a thistle patch
And summed in mind a way to weed it clean.
Alex.
Yes, yes, that was an hour of hours for him,
A moment he may proudly call to mind.
A boyish madcap, scarce in his twentieth year,
He stands arraigned before the Sanhedrim,
Because in stark presumptuous sacrilege
He’d arrogated violence on the law;