The Deer

But strong arms seized them, and them slid
Across the ice and to the shore
For which their mad attempt had bid
In their distress and trouble sore.

The first two when they reached the land
Went bounding off in great relief,
Glad to be free from human hand
The hand which seized them in their grief.

Three deer remained, all helpless quite.
And these the rescuers now sought.
The struggling deer were in great fright,
But on that ice they could do nought

Kind hands on two of them were laid,
And these were slid across the ice;
Until they too the shore had made
But their condition was not nice.

In vain they sought to bound away.
Their struggles had left them too weak.
Kind hands again to their dismay
Were laid on them refuge to seek.

They to a barn at length were brought
Where they could rest and gain their strength.
'Twas not the refuge that they sought,
But they would this obtain at length.

One deer remained, a little one,
Exhausted by its struggles great.
What men could do for it was done.
No man his labours did abate.

It too was lodged its friends beside
To its relief undoubtedly,
But its condition nought could hide,
It had been injured fatally.

It died. The other two grew strong,
Impatient to gain be free ;
And this is promised them e'er long,
When doubtless they will happy be.
Near Beulah Camp on New Year's Day
Five white-tailed deer came into view.
'Twas plain they wished to get away,
And safety find in pastures new.

Among the five there was but one
Whose age extended o'er a year.
Among them was perhaps her son.
The rest had joined the two through fear.

Their mothers plainly had been slain
By hunters in the early Fall.
Their offspring sought for them in vain,
Hoping to hear their mother's call.

To be with those of their own kind,
To follow one who ought to know, T
he young were plainly of one mind,
Wishing to go where she did go.

The leader must have known great fear
To lead her to attempt to tread
A mile of ice, now crystal clear,
That to their chosen refuge led.

It may have been neccessity,
A knowledge of foes near at hand.
A deer looks not sagacity,
When circumstance doth it demand

But ice, smooth ice, no footing gave
The wily deer, They helpless were,
And their predicament was grave.
It ruinous was e'en to stir.

They would have perished without doubt
Had not men seen them struggling there
And risked their lives to bring them out
From what had proved a deadly snare.

Of men, the deer were sore afraid,
And with gaud reason as men know.
They knew not men had come to aid,
And to despair their fears did grow.
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