Chapter 92 No.92

See Stumah, who, the bier beside,note

395 His master's corpse with wonder eyed-

Poor Stumah! whom his least halloo

Could send like lightning o'er the dew,

Bristles his crest, and points his ears,

As if some stranger step he hears.

400 'Tis not a mourner's muffled tread,

Who comes to sorrow o'er the dead,

But headlong haste,