XVIII. TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE SAME DOG. LIE here, without a record of thy worth, Or want of love, that here no stone we raise ; Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Shall find thee through all changes of the year: This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree Will gladly stand a monument to thee. We grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; And willingly have laid thee here at last : Not only for a thousand thoughts that were, Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share ; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, For love, that comes wherever life and sense 1805. XIX. FIDELITY. A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears, He halts, and searches with his eyes And now at distance can discern A stirring in a brake of fern; And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed; Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height; Nor shout nor whistle strikes his ear; It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps till June December's snows; 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, But that enormous barrier holds it fast. Tarn is a small Mere or Lake, mostly high up in the mountains. 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 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, Or by his master's side: How nourished here through such long time 1805. XX. ODE TO DUTY. "Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eò perductus, ut non tantum rectè facere possim, sed nisi rectè facere non possim." STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love, 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, Where no misgiving is, rely 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. |