LXXXVII: Angels and Good Men

A good man in the town where I was born

went preaching at my synagogue of youth.

He had a rousing voice with which to warn

of everything what’s good, and what’s uncouth.

His passion made its way into my heart,

and, with a tear, I took up pack and scrip.

My ears attuned to every kindly art,

to learn up all I could along my trip.

And on my way, some angels took u…