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POEMS, 127
��XXII. THE BAT.
'IP HE bat is dun with wrinkled wings
- - Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible.
His small umbrella, quaintly halved,
Describing in the air An arc alike inscrutable,
Elate philosopher !
Deputed from what firmament
Of what astute abode, Empowered with what malevolence
Auspiciously withheld.
To his adroit Creator
Ascribe no less the praise ; Beneficent, believe me,
His eccentricities.
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