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Rh Pleased with the scene,—and knowing not
 * Which way, alas! to go,

The monarch lingered on the spot,—
 * The lake spread bright below.

He lingered, when—oh hark! oh hark
 * What sound salutes his ear!

A roebuck drinking in the dark,
 * Not hunted, nor in fear.

Straight to the stretch his bow he drew,
 * That bow ne'er missed its aim,—

Whizzing the deadly arrow flew,
 * Ear-guided, on the game!

Ah me! What means this?—Hark a cry,
 * A feeble human wail,

"Oh God!" it said—"I die,—I die,
 * Who'll carry home the pail?"

Startled, the monarch forward ran,
 * And then there met his view

A sight to freeze in any man
 * The warm blood coursing true.