And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed; With something, as the Shepherd thinks Nor is there any one in sigh All round, in hollow or on height; Nor shout nor whistle strikes his ear What is the creature doing here? It was a cove, a huge recess, ་ That keeps till June December's snow; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn below! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, From trace of human foot or hand. There sometimes doth a leaping fish Thither the rainbow comes, the cloud, Not free from boding thoughts, awhile The Shepherd stood; then makes his way Nor far had gone before he found From those abrupt and perilous rocks He instantly recalled the name, And who he was, and whence he came; On which the Traveller passed this way. But hear a wonder, for whose sake This lamentable tale I tell! A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well. The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place. Yes, proof was plain that, since the day When this ill-fated Traveller died, The Dog had watched about the spot, How nourished here through such long time ODE TO DUTY. STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them cast. Serene will be our days and bright And they a blissful course may hold Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried, No sport of every random gust, Too blindly have reposed my trust: The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, Stern Lawgvier! yet thou dost wear dost preserve the stars from wrong; he most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh ad strong. mbler functions, awful Power! chee: I myself commend hy guidance from this hour; my weakness have an end! nto me, made lowly wise, -irit of self-sacrifice; nfidence of reason give; the light of truth thy Bondman let me live! RACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. is the happy Warrior? Who is he knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; |