"lost Souls"

Whither wilt thou wander wayfaring wanderer For Aladdin’s lamp shall well without__ be camped Thus from whence__ will thine offence__ be quenched Not from city’s light will approval be stamped Wander thus___ ponder___ wayfaring wanderer For thou shall thus camp by life’s watered roots Until thine offence shall thus be quenched Thus thou shall eat leaves and pluck fruits Healing balm shall thus be in thine own palm As the healing balm cure shall thus be pure All fear shall of waters of life be banished Sacred light of holy city be near A great gnashing teeth of the mind’s belief The roaring of the lion darkness of time For Lamb is the light as darkness take flight Peace as a fleece the lamb lies with the lion