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A cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to providence.

I start out of my sleep to think Some day I may forget Their food and drink; Or, the house door left unshut, The hare may run till it's found The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.

I bear a burden that might well try Men that do all by rule,