The act of Fang was a perpetual bark;
But though the master loved the growl of Fang, 200
There were who vow’d the ugly cur to hang;
Whose angry master, watchful for his friend,
As strongly vow’d his servant to defend.
In one dark night, and such as Fang before
Was ever known its tempests to outroar,
To his protector’s wonder now express’d
No angry notes—his anger was at rest.
The wond’ring master sought the silent yard,