Of the dolorous way he gives the struggle over;
Then pious Death comes down and looks upon
The bruiséd form; and from its grave of snow
Home to the mother's roof they bring it so.
Alas! with better reason
The eagle flies for refuge from the blast
Unto her eyrie on the jagged cliff,
And the aged beast to his cave.
A kennel warm protects the mastiff's sleep,
Full fed, within the palace there, near by