There

There where the lion dines on straw

and walks at ease with dogs and men,

and a boy's idling fingers draw

the unfanged adder out of his den;

and the hills lift up leafy hands,

lemon, cedar and olive scented,

blessing the herbed and honied lands

where the twelve tribes at last are tented;

there where the river bangled with amber

journeys to fields made full of grain,

and the men rafted over remember

not one moment of wilderness pain;

and the dove mounts her woven house

high in the teeming Tree of Life,

fruit of whose glancing, tropic boughs

drops to the hand without a knife:

Lord of the poor, who roared from Zion,

sounding the way of David's heir,

there where the lamb is Judah's lion,

there is our home. Then lead us there.