When e’en the breeze slept on the woodlands round,
The Shepherd’s watchful Dog, was ever waking found.
III.
All night, upon the cold turf he
Contented lay, with list’ning care;
And though no stranger company,
Or lonely traveller rested there;
Old Trim was pleas’d to guard it still,
For ’twas his aged master’s will;—
And so pass’d on the chearful night and day,