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Rh Seems he not one re-risen from Uie grave To yield Uie secret ?

Blessed art thou, O Lord, King of the Universe, who teachest wisdom To those who fear thee !

Haste we in* The star Of Sabbath dawns.

My flesh is still a-creep From the strange gaze of those wide -rolling orbs. Didst note, man, how they fixed me ? His lean cheeks. As wan as wax, were bloodless ; how his arms Stretched far beyond the flowing sleeve and showed Graont, palsied wrists, and hands blue-tipped with death ! Well, I have seen a sage of Israel. [They enter the Synagogue. Scene closes.