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 What from his soul the parting tribute drew? What claim'd the sorrows of a last adieu? The still retreats that soothed his tranquil breast, Ere grandeur dazzled, and its cares oppress'd.
 * Undamp'd by time, the generous Instinct glows.

As far as Angola's sands, as Zembla's snows; Glows in the tiger's den, the serpent's nest, On every form of varied life imprest. The social tribes its choicest influence hail:— And, when the drum beats briskly in the gale, The war-worn courser charges at the sound, And with young vigour wheels the pasture round.
 * Oft has the aged tenant of the vale

Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale; Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd, From sire to son with pious zeal bequeath'd. When o'er the blasted heath the day declin'd, And on the scath'd oak warr'd the winter-wind; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way; When not a sheep-bell sooth'd his listening ear, And the big rain-drops told the tempest near; Then did his horse the homeward track descry, s The track that shunn'd his sad, inquiring eye; And win each wavering purpose to relent, With warmth so mild, so gently violent, That his charm'd hand the careless rein resign'd, And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind.
 * Recall the traveller, whose alter'd form

Has borne the buffet of the mountain-storm; And who will first his fond impatience meet? His faithful dog's already at his feet! Yes, tho' the porter spurn him from the door, Tho' all that knew him know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.—