THE LION AND THE LAMB

I saw a Tiger's golden flank,

I saw what food he ate,

By a desert spring he drank;

The Tiger's name was Hate.

Then I saw a placid Lamb

Lying fast asleep;

Like a river from its dam

Flashed the Tiger's leap.

I saw a Lion tawny-red,

Terrible and brave;

The Tiger's leap overhead

Broke like a wave.

In sand below or sun above

He faded like a flame.

The Lamb said, “I am Love”;

“Lion, tell your name.”

The Lion's voice thundering

Shook his vaulted breast,

“I am Love. By this spring,

Brother, let us rest.”