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Rh Within this belt, that keeps a savage guard, As round a treasure sleeps a dragon ward, A forest stretches far of precious trees; Whence came, one day, an odor-laden breeze Of jam-wood bruised, and sandal sweet in smoke. For there long dwelt a numerous native folk In that heart-garden of the continent,— There human lives with aims and fears were spent, And marked by love and hate and peace and pain. And hearts well-filled and hearts athirst for gain, And lips that clung, and faces bowed in shame; For, wild or polished, man is still the same. And loves and hates and envies in the wood, With spear and boka and with manners rude, As loves and hates his brother shorn and sleek, Who learns by lifelong practice how to speak With oily tongue, while in his heart below Lies rankling poison that he dare not show.

Afar from all new ways this people dwelt, And knew no books, and to no God had knelt,