Here you will find the Poem The Lion and the Lamb of poet Elinor Morton Wylie
I saw a Tiger's golden flank, I saw what food he ate, By a desert spring he drank; The Tiger's name was Hate. Then I saw a placid Lamb Lying fast asleep; Like a river from its dam Flashed the Tiger's leap. I saw a lion tawny-red, Terrible and brave; The Tiger's leap overhead Broke like a wave. In sand below or sun above He faded like a flame. The Lamb said, "I am Love; Lion, tell your name." The Lion's voice thundering Shook his vaulted breast, "I am Love. By this spring, Brother, let us rest."