Wilfred Owen - The Parable of the Old Man

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So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went And took the fire with him, and a knife And as they sojourned both of them together Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father Behold the preparations, fire and iron But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps And builded parapets and trenches there And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son When lo! an angel called him out of heaven Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad Neither do anything to him. Behold A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him But the old man would not so, but slew his son And half the seed of Europe, one by one
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- Wilfred Owen