If you put yourself in the place
Of the central figure you can feel
What striding is the forward
Purposeful thrust of his will
And if you get behind those searching eyes
Maybe you can tell where he's heading
Looking neither right nor left
What his heart has fastened on
What one thing occupies his mind
In time for some apppointment
He must keep or cry
Of wolves among the sheep
Or is it you yourself his blazing I
Strides so eagerly to meet
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