Target

As the Hunter reached its side,
And looked down with full pride,
He exclaimed with joy begot,
How well his target he had got. [1]

The shot deer in throes of death,
Moaned in his last few breaths,
`Understand nature and eternity,
Brother - Just once the target you be.’ [2]
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