Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
took the fire with him, and a knife.
as they sojourned both of them together,
the first-born spake and said, My Father,
the preparations, fire and iron,
where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
builded parapets and trenches there,
stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
do anything to him. Behold,
ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
the Ram of Pride instead of him.
the old man would not so, but slew his son,
half the seed of Europe, one by one.