As a fierce gnome invades the quiet grave;
Still did he hear his roar, his ravage see.
But, still unseen himself, the wolf continued free.
Three days had sped, and Giulio had not traced
The monster out, although he tracked his waste;
And standing on a mountain's rugged brow,
Giulio, despairing, breathed to Heaven a vow,
That he would bring the wolf in triumph slain,
Or never see his native home again,
And Giulio's vow was kept—the monster fell,