A subtle spirit has my path attended, In likeness not a lion but a pard; And when the arrows flew like hail, and hard He licked my wounds, and all my wounds were mended.
Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie (1885 - 1928)
Source: One Person, 1928. Sonnet 9
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