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THOMAS PRINGLE.
Thus I am Lord of the desert Land,
And I will not leave my bounds,
To crouch beneath the Christian's hand,
And kennel with his hounds:
To be a hound and watch the flocks,
For the cruel white man's gain—
No! the brown serpent of the rocks
His den doth yet retain;
And none who there his stings provoke
Shall find his poison vain.
Thomas Pringle.
