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The Deer and the Prophet


But on his knees the huntsman fell,
And cried aloud: "A miracle!
Nay, by my nets and hunting-knife,
I will not take the creature's life;
And, for a slave, until I die.
Thou hast no trustier slave than I!"

No creature is so hard beset.
But lo ! the undreamed-of Angel yet
May interpose his power, and change the end.
And no one is so poor a friend.
Or so diminished to the dust.
But may be worthy of a heavenly trust.

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