"And this, now streaming from the eye," said he, "Oh, my lov'd child! will bring me nearer thee."

When first he roam'd, his dog, with anxious

care,

His wand'rings watch'd, as emulous to share;
In vain the faithful brute was bid to go,
In vain the sorrower sought a lonely woe.
The Hermit paus'd, th' attendant dog was near,
Slept at his feet, and caught the falling tear:
Up rose the hermit, up the dog would rise,
And every way to win a master tries.

"Then be it so. Come faithful fool," he said
One pat encourag'd, and they sought the shade;
An unfrequented thicket soon they found,
And both repos'd upon the leafy ground;
Mellifluous murm'rings told the fountains nigh,
Fountains which well a pilgrim's drink supply.

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And thence, by many a labyrinth it led Where ev'ry tree bestow'd an ev’ning bed. Skill'd in the chase, the faithful creature brought Whate'er in morn or moon-light course he

caught;

But the sage lent his sympathy to all, Nor saw unwept his dumb associates fall: He was, in sooth, the gentlest of his kind, And, though a hermit, had a social mind. "And why," said he, " must man subsist by prey?

"Why stop yon melting music on the spray? "Why, when assail'd by hounds and hunter's

cry,

"Must half the harmless race in terrors die?

tc Why must we work of innocence the woe? "Still shall this bosom throb, these eyes o'erflow."

Thus liv'd the master good, the servant true, 'Till to its God the master's spirit flew.

Beside a fount, which daily water gave, Stooping to drink, the Hermit found a grave; All in the running stream his garments spread, And dark damp verdure ill-conceal'd his head ; The faithful servant, from that fatał day (d) Watch'd the lov'd corpse, and hourly pin'd

away;

His head upon his master's cheek was found, While the obstructed waters mourn'd around.

O pain, to think that fellow-men there be Whose breasts ne'er felt the touch of Sympathy! Who view unmov'd the sorrow-delug'd eye O'erflow with bitterness, and hear the sigh Heave from the sealed heart; yet, still severe, Ne'er knew the solace of a pitying tear; Who, stern, can see a neighbour's whelming fate Bend him to earth beneath misfortune's weight; Who the blest throb of tenderness ne'er felt, Pangs that delight, and agonies that melt!