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Chayei Sarah
Had this field been ripe with grass
Of this, we’re never told
Or nourished flocks of bleating sheep
Shepherd beckoning to the fold
What worth this cave that dwells within
What secrets there unfold
Had some wanderer once sought shelter there
One stormy night, when the year was old
Approaching now with seasoned steps,
With foot like leather soled,
An aged man puts forth his hand,
A deed of sale, behold
With humble reverence he lifted her
Her radiance shone, like gold
As he rested she in the cavern there
In the grotto, by the fold
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