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Led by the sound,—it was his dog had found His master's corpse, and knew his father. Dim night fell round the boy,—hope, joy, love, fear, And every other sense but memory, fled, And that chained like a prisoner to one thought. He spoke not, and knew no one,—took no food Till natural hunger made him ravenous, And then he ate unthankfully, and showed No sign of notice to the hand which fed. He staid beneath that tree thro' heat, thro' cold; For, from the hour he saw his father dead, He was an idiot! L. E. L.