Moses, from whose loins I sprung
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutible rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.
The blond, the bronze, the ruddy
With heaving, the same blood
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutible rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.
The blond, the bronze, the ruddy
With heaving, the same blood
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?
