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One Anguishin a Crowd
A Minor thingit sounds
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
'Tis Terror as consummate
As Legions of Alarm
Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host
'Tis Unitsmake the Swarm
A Small Leechon the Vitals
The sliver, in the Lung
The Bung outof an Artery
Are scarce accountedHarms
Yet mightby relation
To that Repealless thing
A Beingimpotent to end
When once it has begun