Which canopies the church-yard stile,
Forc’d from his master’s company,
The faithful Trim would mope awhile;
For then his master’s only care
Was the loud Psalm, or fervent Pray’r,
And, ’till the throng the church-yard path retrod,
The Shepherd’s patient guard, lay silent on the sod.
VIII.
Near their small hovel stood a tree,
Where Trim was ev’ry morning found—