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 At the edge of my kingdom scurry Creatures in feathers and furs— Crows in a furtive hurry— Hungry and cringing curs— I have birds as petitioners, Squirrels for pensioners, Monkeys are bold marauders Making raids on my borders !

Nature is so much nearer Than ever she seemed before. Nature is so much dearer Than when one looks through a door. Sunshine and air are given Straight and direct from heaven. And the days come fresh and new, With no walls to filter through, Brother to gipsy and tramp, I am a dweller in camp.

Camp, Kheri, Oudh.