Cave of Poverty, The - Part 114

Secure he traverses the lonely Glade,
The wide-stretch'd Forest, and mistrustful Wood,
Fearless of Violence, or Ambuscade;
The Ruffian seldom thirsts alone for Blood:
But holds in likelihood his future Prey,
E'er he retard the Trav'ller in his Way.
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