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OTHER VERSE 129
The changes came so softly that its playmate
had not seen The cruel claws in velvet, and the brown eyes
glinting green. The child is lying, mangled, in the fierce and
reeking jaws, For the tiger's cub has torn him, 'neath his
velvet-hidden claws.
I knew a youth of strength and truth,
And mien of a manly man, Who marched along, with laugh and song,
In Pleasure's troop and van. High hope was his, and noble aim ;
He sealed a lover's vow, And climbed the dazzling steeps of Fame,
Where Fortune kissed his brow.
The way was bright, his heart was light,
And friends by legion came In joyous throng, to swell his song,
And echo his sounding fame. They lifted high the bowl, and drank
His health in sparkling wine, Amid the bloom of the primrose bank,
And under the shading vine.
In shade of vine, from lees of wine, A mocking monster came, |
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