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IN A SYNAGOGUE, by                    
First Line: My alien feet were hesitant that day
Last Line: Went home and talked that night and supped with me.
Subject(s): Synagogues


My alien feet were hesitant that day
As I approached the unfamiliar door,
But once inside, I bowed my head to pray,
Nor felt apostate to my race and lore.
Perhaps the Ark once led some sire of mine
Through thirst and weariness to pitch his tent
In Canaan's fields, to plant his corn and vine;
To keep Jehovah's solemn covenant.
I cannot tell what springs gave up the seal
Of centuries of endless pilgrimage;
What muted chords were those to wake and peal
Or what the writing on the sacred page --
But One who preached in far off Galilee
Went home and talked that night and supped with me.





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