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Bearing a forest of spears, though spent with toil

very slowly northward along the trail that connects with

And worn with onset, falls upon his foe

very slowly northward along the trail that connects with

And braves alone the wounds of all the war.

very slowly northward along the trail that connects with

Thus may an elephant in Afric wastes,

Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall

Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake

Those that find lodgment, while his life within

Lies safe, protected, nor doth spear avail

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