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THE “MISSING LINK.”
Methinks, Friend Darwin, thou dost throw awayMuch labour in thy search; doest as some
Who far afield go for what lies near home!
For does not our “Homunculus,” I pray,
Go low enough to “hob-a-nob” with, nay,
To cousin-German your “Gorilla;”—dumb
Though this be, that articulate, and come
In Christian fashion, of baptizèd clay?
Clap this one on a tail, and straight we find
A passable “Human” fox, articulate!
And rudimentary tails some of Mankind
Have had; and, quite in keeping with their state,
Still more might: “laughing” Hyenas to my mind
Some are; and “Man” may every beast translate!
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