Riddle 73

I on the plain grew up,
dwelt where they brought me forth,
in earth and heaven exulting,
until turn'd me,
stricken in years,
those who were hostile to me,
from the nature,
which I ere living possess'd,
changed my habits,
bare me from my dwelling,
did so that I must,
against my nature,
to a murderer's will
sometimes bow.
Now I am with my master's
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when me the glorious sun,
bright, illumes,
and me * *
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well nourishes,
and to the army bears me,
by craft, in captivity.
It is widely known,
that I, a bold one,
with a thief's craft,
among wardrobes ;
sometimes openly
a land's fastness
totally break,
which ere had peace.
Suddenly resolute,
he, hastening thence,
turns from the camp,
the warrior who knows
my ways.
Say what I am call'd.