That Trim, his friend, deem’d MAD, was doom’d to perish there!
XIV.
The kind old Shepherd wept, for he
Had no such guide, to mark his way,
And kneeling pray’d the company,
To let him live, his little day!
“For many a year my Dog has been
“The only friend these eyes have seen,
“We both are old and feeble, he and I—
“Together we have liv’d, together let us die!