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 He turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and behold, there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcase of the lion. . . And the men of the city said unto him, What is sweeter than honey? and what is stronger than a lion?—Judges, 14.

The palms of Mammon have disowned The gift of our complacency; The bells of ages have intoned Again their rhythmic irony; And from the shadow, suddenly, 'Mid echoes of decrepit rage, The seer of our necessity Confronts a Tyrian heritage.