Home with the flock to the fold—
Safe from the wolf”——
(Listening.) Is he coming? I thought I heard
A footstep. No not yet. They say that Rome
Sprang from a wolf. I fear my dear lord mixt
With some conspiracy against the wolf.
This mountain shepherd never dream’d of Rome.
(Sings.) “Safe from the wolf to the fold”——
And that great break of precipice that runs
Thro’ all the wood, where twenty years ago