And trail’d behind a broken thread,
A remnant of the snare, when lo!
A vulture sees me, dreadful foe!
Just as he stoop’d to snatch the prey,
From heav’n an eagle wing’d his way;
I, while the sons of rapine fight,
Improv’d the lucky hour in flight
The ruins of a cot were near,
I thought my dangers ended here;
Deceitful thought! a playful boy