Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vain
The wilder'd child in forest wide to find;
But pity call'd once more the neighbors kind
Each darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.
In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,
Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,—
With law—"If dead, a single horn shall wind:—
Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!"—
"Hark!"—as the Father lay with ear to ground,
He cried;—"Alas, my wife, the single horn!—