It sprang and galloped for the hills,
With one sonorous neigh;
The fire flashed where its spurning feet
Clanged o’er the stony way.
“Father, I’ll die with you!” The sire
As this he saw and heard,
Turned, and stood breathless in the joy
And pang that knows no word.
Once, each, as do long knitted friends,
Upon the other smiled,