The Bird Wounded By An Arrow
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A Hundred Fables Of La Fontaine
A bird, with plumed arrow shot,
In dying case deplored her lot:
"Alas!" she cried, "the anguish of the thought!
This ruin partly by myself was brought!
Hard-hearted men! from us to borrow
What wings to us the fatal arrow!
But mock us not, ye cruel race,
For you must often take our place."
_The work of half the human brothers_
_Is making arms against the others._