See, a Hare before him started!

- Off they fly in earnest chace; Every Dog is eager-hearted,

All the four are in the race!

And the Hare whom they pursue
Hath an instinct what to do;

Her hope is near: no turn she makes;
But, like an arrow, to the River takes.

Deep the River was, and crusted
Thinly by a one night's frost;

But the nimble Hare hath trusted

To the ice, and safely crost;

She hath crost, and without heed

All are following at full speed,

When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread,

Breaks-and the Greyhound, DART, is over head!

'Better fate have PRINCE and SWALLOW

See them cleaving to the sport!

Music has no heart to follow,

Little MUSIC, she stops short.

She hath neither wish nor heart,

Her's is now another part:

A loving Creature she, and brave!

And doth her best her struggling Friend to save.

From the brink her paws she stretches,

Very hands as you would say !

And afflicting moans she fetches,

As he breaks the ice away.
For herself she hath no fears,

Him alone she sees and hears,

Makes efforts and complainings; nor gives o'er Until her Fellow sunk, and reappear'd no more.

TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF
THE SAME DOG.

Lie here sequester'd:-be this little mound
For ever thine, and be it holy ground!
Lie here, without a record of thy worth,
Beneath the covering of the common earth!
It is not from unwillingness to praise,

Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise;
More thou deserv'st; but this Man gives to Man,
Brother to Brother, this is all we can.

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 of thee.

I pray'd for thee, and that thy end were past;
And willingly have laid thee here at last:
For thou hadst liv'd, till every thing that chears
In thee had yielded to the weight of years;
Extreme old age had wasted thee away,

And left thee but a glimmering of the day;
Thy ears were deaf; and feeble were thy knees,
I saw thee stagger in the summer breeze,
Too weak to stand against its sportive breath,
And ready for the gentlest stroke of death.

It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed;
Both Man and Woman wept when Thou wert dead;
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,

Found scarcely any where in like degree!

For love, that comes to all; the holy sense,
Best gift of God, in thee was most intense;
A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind,
A tender sympathy, which did thee bind
Not only to us Men, but to thy Kind:
Yea, for thy Fellow-brutes in thee we saw
The soul of Love, Love's intellectual law:-
Hence, if we wept, it was not done in shame;
Our tears from passion and from reason came,
And, therefore, shalt thou be an honoured name!