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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Forest GreetingPaul Laurence Dunbar - The Forest Greeting
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GOOD hunting! aye, good hunting, Wherever the forests call; But ever a heart beats hot with fear, And what of the birds that fall? Good hunting! aye, good hunting, Wherever the north winds blow; But what of the stag that calls for his mate? And what of the wounded doe? Good hunting! aye, good hunting, And ah! we are bold and strong; But our triumph call through the forest hall Is a brother`s funeral song. For we are brothers ever, Panther and bird and bear; Man and the weakest that fear his face, Born to the nest or lair. Yes, brothers, and who shall judge us? Hunters and game are we; But who gave the right for me to smite? Who boasts when he smiteth me? Good hunting! aye, good hunting, And dim is the forest track; But the sportsman Death comes striding on: Brothers, the way is black.
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