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W. Garrett Horder, comp.  The Poets’ Bible: New Testament.  1895.
 
“He Commandeth the Unclean Spirits, and They Come out”
Alfred Norris
 
DEAR Lord, I housed a noisome, lying fiend,
  Within the secret chambers of my soul;
Entrance he got through one small window screen’d,
  And then usurp’d the whole.
 
All noble thoughts he dimm’d with evil sneer,        5
  All aspirations laugh’d to bitter scorn;
On Love and Truth he cast his blighting leer,
  And Hope died ere ’twas born.
 
E’en from a child I bore this noisome fiend
  In vain revolt against his passionate might,        10
Till all my strength was spent. Like one I seem’d
  Who long had lost his sight.
 
Dear Lord, I lay beneath Thy cross! At first
  ’Twas darkly empty; as I groped in fear
I heard the gates of heaven open burst:        15
  I cried, “O Saviour, hear!”
 
And not in vain, for on my ear there fell
  Thy strong “I will!” and lo! the fiend went forth—
He tore me as he went—a-down to hell,
  Raving, and bitter wroth.        20
 
Came swinging from the pit a hoarse, fell noise,
  As to their chain-lengths wallowing fiends up-swung,
High heaven lay calmly on its equipoise,
  Sweetly the angels sung.
 
 
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