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- AN APPOINTMENT
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- BEING out of heart with government
- I took a broken root to fling
- Where the proud, wayward squirrel went,
- Taking delight that he could spring;
- And he, with that low whinnying sound
- That is like laughter, sprang again
- And so to the other tree at a bound.
- Nor the tame will, nor timid brain,
- Nor heavy knitting of the brow
- Bred that fierce tooth and cleanly limb
- And threw him up to laugh on the bough;
- No govermnent appointed him.
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