THE STAG IN THE OX STALL
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Safe enough lay the poor hunted Deer In the ox-stall, with nothing to fear From the careless-eyed men: Till the Master came; then There was no hiding-place for the Deer. |
AN EYE IS KEEN IN ITS OWN INTEREST
THE DEER & THE LION
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From the hounds the swift Deer sped away, To his cave, where in past times he lay Well concealed; unaware Of a Lion couched there, For a spring that soon made him his prey. |
FATE CAN MEET AS WELL AS FOLLOW