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The Goat of Azazel

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 13, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 19.

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The Goat of Azazel

By N. D. Anderson

By N. D. Anderson
Into the land of forgetfulness I wander, Bearing thy forgiven sins to the desert yonder, Standing in bonds, I saw them slay my brother. Hast thou stood by likewise for another?
Mercy appeared to me then tigerish cruel; Truth unfeeling, cold as the glittering jewel; Love a refined selfishness skilfully hidden; Justice a mockery—but hatred came unbidden.
Into the mountains I went, to the cliffs overhanging All of the far-away tents, and faintly the clanging Of cymbals came to me. There on the precipice hovering, Downward I looked, and beheld, where the glory was covering.
Men and women and children, wondrously moving, Come forth dancing, as if happy in enchantment of loving; Out from under the pillar, from the sanctuary, Joyously pointing their fingers at me and my aerie.