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First Line: Go on! Go on!
Last Line: That cover hallam's grave.
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E.
Subject(s): Hallam, Arthur Henry (1811-1833)


GO on! Go on!
Don't wait for me!
Isaac was Abraham's son --
Yes, certainly --
And as they clomb Moriah --
I know! I know!
A type of the Messiah --
Just so! just so!
Perfectly right; and then the ram
Caught in the -- listening? Why of course I am!
Wherefore, my brethren, that was counted -- yes --
To Abraham for righteousness --
Exactly, so I said --
At least -- but go a-head!
Now mark
The conduct of the Patriarch --
"Behold the wood!"
Isaac exclaimed -- By Jove, an Oxford hood!
"But where" --
What long straight hair!
"Where is the lamb?"
You mean -- the ram:
No, no! I beg you pardon!
There's the Churchwarden,
In the Clerk's pew --
Stick tipped with blue --
Now Justification --
"By Faith?" I fancy; Aye, the old equation;
Go it, Justice! Go it, Mercy!
Go it, Douglas! Go it, Percy!
I back the winner,
And have a vague conception of the sinner --
Limbs nude,
Horatian attitude,
Nursing his foot in Sublapsarian mood --
More power
To you my friend! you're good for half-an-hour.
Dry bones! dry bones!
But in my ear the long-drawn west wind moans,
Sweet voices seem to murmur from the wave;
And I can sit, and look upon the stones
That cover Hallam's grave.





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