THE PARABLE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG by WILFRED OWEN
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 Arbam bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets and trenches there And strachÃ©d forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! and Angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him, thy son. Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns, A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Title||The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young|
|Copyright||The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|