English poem
Ii
Quoth a young Sadducee: "Reader of many rolls, Is it so certain we Have, as they tell us, souls?"
"Son, there is no reply!" The Rabbi bit his beard: "Certain, a soul have I-- We may have none," he sneered.
Thus Karshook, the Hiram's-Hammer, The Right-hand Temple-column, Taught babes in grace their grammar, And struck the simple, solemn.