RECREA TION 
Volume XI. OCTOBER, 1899. 
G. 0. SHIELDS (COQUINA), Editor and Manager. 

Ei SONC Or MEE LUNE D: 
DR. FREDERICK BRUSH. 
Awake, awake, and the sun-kiss take! 
Open wide the dreamy eye, 
Sport freely in the open; 
Let out the wild woods-cry: 
He came to snare, 
He came to kill— 
He of the iron hand and will— 
But under the cliff he lieth still, 
And no one saw him die. 
Leap, leap high through the frosty air! 
Beat the still lakes to foam. 
The hunter shall not turn a hair; 
The North land yet is home. 
He came to kill, 
He came to snare— 
But the gray fox found him lying there, 
And all dark red was his matted hair, 
Roam, ye of the forest, roam! 
Then awake, awake, and the sun-kiss take! 
We have ’scaped the evil eye. 
He may not harm the weakest one 
And he may not even try. 
Oh, he came to maim, 
And he came to kill— 
He of the iron hand and will— 
But under the cliff he lieth still— 
And no one saw him die. 
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