| 7 I am not afraid of a multitude of people, that surround, set against me. |
Thus in the arena he stood by himself, one minute, not longer :
Here on this side a child ; on the other a myriad pagans.
Then did the Christians in peace send up one deep supplication,
God would again show His praise in the mouth of babes and of sucklings :
Trembling nor fear none now ; but Philemon came forward a little
Nearer the mouth of the den, where the creaking winch told was the lion.
Back flew the gate : black maned, the beast, with the roar of his fury,
Sprang in one bound on the child, - and the child was in Abraham's bosom.
J.M. Neale: Seven Sleepers of Ephesus
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