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SHELTER. [By C. S. Calverley.] By the wide lake's margin I marked her lie — The wide, weird lake where the alders Bigh— A young fair thing, with a shy, soft eye ; And I deemed that her thoughts had flown To her home, and her brethren, and sisters dear, As she lay there watching the dark, deep mere, All motionless, all alone. Then 1 heard a noise, as of men and boys, And a boisterous troop drew nigh; Whither now will retreat those fairy feet ? i Where hide till the storm pass by ? One glance — the wild glance of a hunted thing — She cast behind her ; she gave one spring ; And there followed a splash and a broadening ring On the lake where the alders sigh. She had gone from the ken of ungentle men ! Yet scarce did I mourn for that ; For I knew she was safe in her own home then, And, the danger past, would appear again, For she was a water-rat.

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Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 811, 13 June 1876, Page 3

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166

Select Poetry. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 811, 13 June 1876, Page 3

Select Poetry. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 811, 13 June 1876, Page 3