The Parable of the Old Man and the Young





So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac 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 they hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. 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

Other texts by Owen:

Exposure
Spring Offensive
The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
Dulce et Decorum Est
The Letter

Strange Meeting
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Disabled
Greater Love
The Send-Off

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