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20 This we beheld (and we live)—the Pit of the Burning!

Then the God spoke to the tree for our returning;

Back to the beach of our flight, fearless and slowly,

Back to our slayers went he: but we were holy.

Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed,

Babes that were promised our bones, trembled and wallowed:

Over the necks of the Tribe crouching and fawning—

Prophet and priestess we came back from the dawning!