WHO is free from life's contagion
Never, Fuscus, need he fear
Poisoned arrow, clever archer,
Never dread the Maurian spear;
If he roam through shifting Syrtes,
Caucasus' unfriendly shores,
Or where India's affluent river
Gold in every torrent pours.
I was humming "My Lelage,"
Straying on without a care,
In my Sabine wood I wandered,
When a wolf sprang from its lair.
But he fled, and such an omen
Heaven-sent must be, I know:
Mauritania, Greece, Numidia, -
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