"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
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