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THE MAIL

Or scan a "Square and Cube of Hebrew Mores"

A "Philological" or some such tract,

To sense he'd scratched the surface of his fact. . .

I do not mean to mock the Serabit,

Eusebius Pamphili--not a bit!

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Mr. Lake, I merely state again your guess

That your works soon will join the general "mess."

And this despite the broadness of your view

That held to human terms the facts you knew;

You dared to think the dignity or Truth

Might well survive a night or two with Ruth;

Your human scheme gave every type a place--

The only face you saved was Tobit's face. . . .

Elijah, Moses, Balaam all were played

With skill--for prophet-like, you also swayed.

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