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THE BLACK PERIL
I
Beware the black blood with the white!The skull of brass, the hands that tear!
The lecherous ape, not human quite,
The tiger not outgrown his lair!
II
Beware the strong and gleaming fangs,Fit for the forest where he ranged!
The cruel simian arm that hangs!
He goes upright, but is not changed.
III
Worse than the wolf descending gaunt,Or lion whom starvation brings,
The village of the plain to haunt;
For in your midst he prowls and springs.
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IV
And him no shout upraised can fright,Nor lighted bon-fire scare away;
Restless he crouches day and night,
Leaps! and a woman is his prey.
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