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PRAYER OF THE DEER.
O spare us, and send not o'er hill and through glen
The clamor and terror of dogs and of men,
But leave us unscared 'mid our green haunts to dwell,
Our presence the life of the hill and the dell.
The clamor and terror of dogs and of men,
But leave us unscared 'mid our green haunts to dwell,
Our presence the life of the hill and the dell.
We belong to the woods scarcely less than their shade,
And, Nature's own poetry, bound o'er the glade
For your children, who watch us at noon and at night,
We give the whole isle a new charm of delight.
And, Nature's own poetry, bound o'er the glade
For your children, who watch us at noon and at night,
We give the whole isle a new charm of delight.
1852.
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