The Rabbi bit his beard:
"Certain, a soul have I—
We may have none," he sneered.
Thus Karshook, the Hiram's-Hammer,
The Right-hand Temple-column,
Taught babes in grace their grammar,
And struck the simple, solemn.
The Rabbi bit his beard:
"Certain, a soul have I—
We may have none," he sneered.
Thus Karshook, the Hiram's-Hammer,
The Right-hand Temple-column,
Taught babes in grace their grammar,
And struck the simple, solemn.