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How snugly we slept in my old coat of grey, And he lick'd me for kindness--my old dog Tray. Though my wallet was scant I remember'd his case, Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'd a sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind? To my sweet native village, so far, far away, I can never more return with my poor dog Tray. _T. Campbell_ CXXII _THE FAITHFUL BIRD_ The greenhouse is my summer seat; My shrubs, displaced from that retreat, Enjoy'd the open air; Two goldfinches whose sprightly song Had been their mutual solace long, Lived happy prisoners there. They sang as blithe as finches sing That flutter loose on golden wing, And frolic where they list; Strangers to liberty, 'tis true, But that delight they never knew, And therefore never miss'd. But nature works in every breast, With force not easily suppress'd; And Dick felt some desires, That, after many an effort vain, Instructed him at length to gain A pass between the wires. The open windows seem'd to invite The freeman to a farewell flight; But Tom was still confin'd; And Dick, although his way was clear, Was much too generous and sincere To leave his friend behind. So, settling on his cage, by play, And chirp, and kiss, he seem'd to say, You must not live alone-- Nor would he quit that chosen stand, Till I, with slow and cautious hand, Return'd him to his own. _W. Cowper_ CXXIII _LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER_ A chieftain to the Highlands bound Cries, 'Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry.' 'Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?' 'O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?' Out spoke the hardy
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