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Grizzly

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Coward, of heroic size,     In whose lazy muscles lies     Strength we fear and yet despise;     Savage, whose relentless tusks     Are content with acorn husks;     Robber, whose exploits neer soared     Oer the bees or squirrels hoard;     Whiskered chin and feeble nose,     Claws of steel on baby toes,     Here, in solitude and shade,     Shambling, shuffling plantigrade,     Be thy courses undismayed!     Here, where Nature makes thy bed,     Let thy rude, half-human tread     Point to hidden Indian springs,     Lost in ferns and fragrant grasses,     Hovered oer by timid wings,     Where the wood-duck lightly passes,     Where the wild bee holds her sweets,     Epicurean retreats,     Fit for thee, and better than     Fearful spoils of dangerous man.     In thy fat-jowled deviltry     Friar Tuck shall live in thee;     Thou mayst levy tithe and dole;     Thou shalt spread the woodland cheer,     From the pilgrim taking toll;     Match thy cunning with his fear;     Eat, and drink, and have thy fill;     Yet remain an outlaw still!

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