Agnus Dei, Poem by Paul Verlaine

The lamb seeks the bitter heath,
It is salt and not sugar that he prefers,
His step makes the sound of a shower on the dust.

When he wants a goal, nothing stops him,
Abrupt, he charges with great blows of his head,
Then he bleats toward his mother who runs up, worried…

Lamb of God, who save men,
Lamb of God, who count us and name us,
Lamb of God, see, take pity on what we are.

Give us peace and not war,
O the terrible lamb in your just wrath.
O you, only Lamb, God the only son of God the Father.

Paul Verlaine

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