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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.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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