Of food, by day or night, shall know no want, no bar.
Their prey they carried from the hills into the plain;
Or dead, or sorely wounded;—bleeding, or clean slain.
The wolf and fox were moved to pitch of keen desire,
To see the prey shared out with justice by their sire.15
The shade of their cupidity caught Leo’s eye,
He understood their confidence, their longing’s dye.
Whoe’er has insight to the hearts and minds of men,
Knows at a glance what’s passing under his sharp ken.
Beware, O heart, thou ever-fond one, in his sight,