WOODMYTH & FABLE 



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There he arose and he struggled anew, 



And staggered again? — but no! 

 The strength that is born of his wild, free life 



Has conquered this deadly foe; 

 And the steps of the Wolf grow steady and strong 



Till he 's spurning the prairie again. 

 {Still the White CkvU following far behind, 



Winno'ws lo<zu o'er the distant plain.) 



Now this is the place of another bait, 



With Fox tracks here and there: 

 Both bait and Fox are gone, and the tracks 



The power of the poison declare. 

 Still he follows and scans as he onward runs; 



But see! by the bushes ahead 

 There 's a yellow fur — t is the Fox himself: 



In the snow he lies stark and dead! 



{From a neighboring tree^ the OwVs great eyes 



Take in the scene belo<w; 

 And he bides till the carrion furless lies. 

 And <waits till the Hunter takes up his prize 



And takes up his gun to go. 

 This is the chance thai the Owl foresaid 



When he folloived afar on the snow,) 



