He taught him, labour’s task: He bade him chear
The dreary day of cold adversity
By patience and by toil. The Summer morn
Shone on the pillow of his rushy bed;
The noontide, sultry hour, he fearless past
On the shagg’d eminence; while the young Kid
Skipp’d, to the cadence of his minstrelsy.
At night young Henry trimm’d the faggot fire
While oft, Saint Hubert, wove the ample net
To snare the finny victim. Oft they sang