Would recompence his toil he knew;
And where a rippling rill was seen
Flashing the woody brakes between,
Fearless of danger, thro’ the lucid tide,
The Shepherd’s eager dog, yelping with joy, would glide.
X.
Full many a year, the same was he
His love still stronger every day,
For, in his master’s company,
He had grown old, and very grey;