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Lion and lion friend,

A sword came and a sword.

A walker in Pytho's way

On the neck of her kings hath trod,

A beggar and outcast, yea,

But led by God.

Came He of the laughing lure,

The guile and the secret blow,

(O Vengeance, subtle to slay!)

But there held his hand that day

The Daughter of Zeus, the pure,

Justice yclept below.

Justice they called her name,

For where is a goodlier?

And her breath is a sword of flame

On the foes of her.

Cry, Ho for the perils fled,

For the end of the long dismay!

Cry, Ho for peace and bread;

For the Castle's lifted head,

For the two defilers dead,

And the winding of Fortune's way!

Even as Apollo gave

His charge on the Mountain, He

Who holdeth the Earth-heart Cave,

Hast thou wrought innocently

Great evil, hindered long,

Tracking thy mother's sin

Is the power of God hemmed in