Abraham to Kill Him, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Abraham to Kill Him

Abraham to kill him

Was distinctly told’—

Isaac was an Urchin’—

Abraham was old’—

Not a hesitation’—

Abraham complied’—

Flattered by Obeisance

Tyranny demurred’—

Isaac’—to his children

Lived to tell the tale’—

Moral’—with a mastiff

Manners may prevail.

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