and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

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Thus may an elephant in Afric wastes,

and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall

and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake

and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

Those that find lodgment, while his life within

Lies safe, protected, nor doth spear avail

To reach the fount of blood. Unnumbered wounds

By arrow dealt, or lance, thus fail to slay

This single warrior. But lo! from far



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