Often the game was rough,
But Eben tossed his horns and never balked the cuff;
For still through play and task his Dream would slip—
A radiant Herdsman, guiding destiny
To his degree.
IV
Once more old Hezekiah stayed his hoe
To squint at Eben. Silent, Eben scanned
A little roll of sheepskin in his hand,
While, row on dusky row,