Rabbi Ben Ephraim's Treasure - 8

“Rachel, Rachel, for ye are tall,
Lift the light along the wall.”

“Mother, give me the hand, and follow,
Once … twice … thrice … the earth sounds hollow!”

“Rachel, Rachel, ye walk so fast!”

“Mother, the light will barely last.”

“What see ye, Rachel?”
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