The demon-haunted man, when Christ passed by, Cried with a piteous voice, "What can there be Of kinship, Son of God, for me and thee,— I the most low, and thou from the Most High?" Then by his lips the legion lusts made cry, "Before the time art come to torment me?" Then Jesus spake; and, from delusions free, In his right mind the man, redeemed, drew nigh. To-day's outcries proclaim the demon fears Lest Truth's flame touch the unfinished warp of lies Where malice hastes to weave in ill surmise: "Leave us alone! our malice-work of years If touched by Truth would pass to smoke wind-blown, And nothing leave for hate to call its own.
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