Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Saul - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.
The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went
1 trod on angels all the way to old Damascus town.
All hell came forth applauding as I went marching down
To stone to death and persecute in old Damascus town.
I fell ! and God stood o'er me : His hand had put me down
To-night they '11 wait in vain for me in old Damascus
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