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I	A
IN the old Rabbinical stories	B
So old they might well be true	C
The sacred tales of the Talmud	D
That David and Solomon knew	C
There is one of the Father Abram	E
The greatest of Heber's race	F
The mustard seed of Judea	G
That filled the holy place	F
'Tis said that the fiery heaven	H
His eye was first to read	I
Till planets were gods no longer	J
But helps for the human need	K
He taught his simple people	L
The scope of eternal law	M
That swayed at once the fleecy cloud	N
And the circling suns they saw	M
But the rude Chaldean peasants	O
Uprose against the seer	P
And drave him forth else never came	Q
This Talmud legend here	P
With Sarah his wife and his servants	O
Whom he ruled with potent hand	R
The Patriarch planted his vineyards	S
In the Canaanitish land	R
With his wife the sterile but lovely	T
The fame of whose beauty grew	C
Till there was no land in Asia	G
But tales of the treasure knew	C
In his lore the sage lived learning	U
High thought from the starlit skies	V
Bat heedful too of the light at home	W
And the danger of wistful eyes	V
Till the famine fell on his corn fields	X
And sent him forth again	Y
To seek for a home in Egypt	Z
The laud of the amorous men	Y
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II	A
Long and rich is the caravan that halts at Egypt's gate	A2
While duty full the stranger pays on lowing herd and freight	A2
Full keen the scrutiny of those who note the heavy dues	B2
From weanling foal to cumbrous wain no chance of gain they lose	B2
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But fair the search no wealth concealed while rich the gifts they take	C2
From Abram's hand till care has ceased and formal quest they make	C2
They pass the droves and laden teams the weighted slaves are past	D2
And Abram doubles still the gifts one wain his own is last	D2
It goes unsearched Wise Abram smiles though dearly stemmed the quest	E2
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But haps will come from causes slight	F2
And hidden things upspring to light	F2
A breeze flings wide the canvas fold and deep within the wain behold	G2
A brass bound massive chest	E2
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'Press on ' shouts Abram 'Hold ' they cry 'what treasure hide ye here '	-
The word is stern the answer brief 'Treasure 'tis household gear	H2
Plain linen cloth and flaxen thread ' The scribes deceived are wroth	I2
'Then weigh the chest its price shall be the dues on linen cloth '	-
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The face of Abram seemed to grieve though joy was in his breast	E2
As carefully his servants took and weighed the mighty chest	E2
But one hath watched the secret smile he cries 'This stranger old	G2
Hath used deceit no cloth is here this chest is filled with gold '	-
''Nay nay ' wise Abram says and smiles though now he hides dismay	J2
'But time is gold let pass the chest on gold the dues I pay '	-
But he who read the subtle smile detects the secret fear	H2
'Detain the chest nor cloth nor gold but precious silk is here '	-
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Grave Father Abram stands like one who knoweth well the sword	K2
When tyros baffle thrust and guard slow comes the heedful word	L2
'I seek no lawless gain behold my trains are on their way	J2
Else would these bands my servants break and show the simple goods I take	C2
That silk ye call but for time's sake on silk the dues I pay '	-
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'He pays too much ' the watcher cries 'this man is full of guile	M2
From cloth to gold and gold to silk to save a paltry mile	M2
This graybeard pay full silken dues on cloth for slave bred girls	N2
Some prize is here he shall not pass until he pay for pearls '	-
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Stern Abram turned a lurid eye as he the man would slay	J2
An instant rose the self command but thin the lip and quick the hand	R
As one who makes a last demand 'On pearls the dues pay '	-
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'He cannot pass ' the watcher screamed as to the chest he clung	O2
'He shall not pass Some priceless thing he hideth here	P
Quick workmen bring	U
I seize this treasure for the King '	-
Old Abram stood aghast it seemed the knell of doom had rung	O2
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III	A
Red eyed with greed and wonder	J
The crowd excited stand	R
The blows are rained like thunder	J
On brazen bolt and band	R
They burst the massive hinges	P2
They raise the pondrous lid	Q2
And lo the peerless treasure	J
That Father Abram hid	Q2
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In pearls and silk and jewels rare	R2
Fit for a Pharaoh's strife	S2
In flashing eyes and golden hair	R2
Sat Abram's lovely wife	S2

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