All that's designed, with that hunger's need
Sharpest grasps to hide, lurk in
Overshadows, for mountain rock, tree
Frail, inoffensive meek he!
Imagine! He does. And trembles not.
True child; and a free spirit.
Danger for wonder, exchanged; at
Needless care's expense. Take that!
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