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Rh Sprang in his wrath; one huge and ponderous paw, Striking my shoulder, hurl'd me under him. Over me stood the vast dilated beast Growling; his paw weigh'd on my shatter'd shoulder; His great eyes glower'd; his fangs gleam'd terrible; Like a simoom, his breathing scorch'd my face; With tawny wilderness of mane aroused, Frowning, aloft he swung his tufted tail. But God removed all terrors and all pain: When the brute shook me, numb indifference Stole over all my being, while I watch'd; Yea, look'd into the formidable eyes! (So Love tempers inevitable blows Of Fate for all the sons of suffering:) A comrade fires; the lion springs on him; Then fainting staggers,—ponderous falls—and dies.

My long life moves before me like a dream.

We fell'd our way through groves impervious To healthful daylight; realms of ravenous beast,