rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife
And as they sojourned both of them together,
the first-born spake and said, My Father
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb
, for this burnt-offering
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel
called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
. Offer the Ram of Pride instead
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
- Wilfred Owen, 1918.