164
A SHEAF GLEANED
The rapid noble movement made us feel
A pleasure pure we cared not to conceal,
Akin to that which rises up serene
In generous hearts divested of the mean,
At some heroic action unforeseen.
'Heroic?'—Yes, oh, let th' expression stand,
The dog's submission, in our minds, was grand.
Hungry, since morning haply in the wood,
At work—on watch—forlorn in solitude,
Preferred he duty, to the tempting food.
