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And one, girt well in tiger's skin,
Who stood, like Saul, above the rest,
With dangling claws about his breast,
A belt without, a blade within,-
A warrior with a painted face,
And lines that shadowed stern and grim,-
Stood           east from his high place,
And hurling thought like cannon shot,
Stood high with visage flushed and hot -
But stay!