The One-Eyed Doe

41. THE ONE-EYED DOE
A doe with one eye,
Was grazing near by
A sea that was placidly quiet.
A man with a gun,
By the setting sun,
In a boat, crept stealthily nigh it.
Her one eye on shore
She kept ever more,
Where free from danger she ne'er could be.
"But surely," she said,
"There's nothing to dread
In that lovely, that beautiful sea."
"Alas!" cried the doe,
When shot by her foe,
"Though the years I've grazed here are seven,
The moral I see,
With me you'll agree,
Is—Turn your blind eye toward Heaven!"
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