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The Lion croucheth alert, apart—
  With patience doth he woo;
He waiteth long by this shuttered heart,
  And the Lamb—He waiteth too.
Up the lurid passes of dreams that kill,
  Through the twisting maze of the great Untrue,
The Lion followeth the fainting will—
  And the Lamb—He followeth too.

From the tickets dim of the hidden way
  Where the debts of Hell accrue,
The Lion leapeth upon his prey:
  But the Lamb—He leapeth too.
Ah! loose the leash of the sins that damn,
  Mark Devil and God as goals,
In the panting love of a famished Lamb,
  Gone mad with the need of souls.

The Lion, he strayeth near and far;
  What heights hath he left untrod?
He crawleth nigh to the purest star,
  On the trail of the saints of God.
And throughout the darkness of things unclean,
  In the depths where the sin-ghouls brood,
There prowleth ever with yearning mien—
  A lamb as white as Blood!