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My second prowls in every clime,Where echoes not the human tread,And thick the mountain forests twineTheir sunless branches overhead.And when through groves of oak and birch,The backwoods men and maids pursueFor blackberries their jovial search,How often have the startled crewFled with my whole from sounds they reckonedWere like the hoarse voice of my second!
My second prowls in every clime,Where echoes not the human tread,And thick the mountain forests twineTheir sunless branches overhead.And when through groves of oak and birch,The backwoods men and maids pursueFor blackberries their jovial search,How often have the startled crewFled with my whole from sounds they reckonedWere like the hoarse voice of my second!
My second prowls in every clime,
Where echoes not the human tread,
And thick the mountain forests twine
Their sunless branches overhead.
And when through groves of oak and birch,
The backwoods men and maids pursue
For blackberries their jovial search,
How often have the startled crew
Fled with my whole from sounds they reckoned
Were like the hoarse voice of my second!
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