But him with grief I saw
Half famish'd, and his gallant breast
Gor'd by the vulture's claw!"

"Tho' anxious o'er his wounds I bend;
By kindness or by force,
I could not tempt this generous friend.
To quit the pallid corse!"

"The body to my cell I bear;
This mourner with it moved;
Then he submitted to my care,
And all my aid approv'd."

"In the soft stone, that's near my cell,
I soon entomb'd the dead;
With stone above I shield him well,
And laurels round I spread."

"Oft to the spot with mournful praise,
The mindful Hero springs,
And in such notes, as he can raise,
A requiem he sings."

"Dear faithful dog! if man to me
Had half thy virtue shewn,
From social life I should not flee,
To roam the wild alone!"

"No! not alone, nor yet in woe,