BEAR

Bear, bear, padding deep, deep there
Through the hushed serene wood.
A heave of the shoulder, a wag of the head
Where be your destination?

Some lair for the winter; perchance the berry patch?
Jesus, who made you, knows all your track.

Say, do you groan with us all, bear of the wild,
For the time of HIS Son's appearing?

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